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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Dec 12, 2017 2:40:36 GMT -5
After pulling her hair up into a messy bun while glancing over at Agent Cobb, Sam turned back around. She faced the seemingly endless field of snow, readied her weapon, and made sure the wind wasn't blowing towards them. Even though Agent Cobb wasn't much of a talker, he did offer some good tips now and then. Otherwise, she would've ended up injured due to her own recklessness.
Then, she pulled the trigger. A burst of flames crackled through the cold air, a vibrant orange light contrasting against the white background. The snow had melted almost immediately in the areas that were nearest to the flame, and she gave a satisfied grin. She could feel how warm it was from where she was standing, and it made things a lot better. Her eyes were glued to the flames in awe, and for once, she felt truly happy. She wasn't stuck inside, and there were no tests being done on her. That was always nice.
But most of all, even more exciting than using a flamethrower for the first time, was the fact that she would get to meet Proctor and Alex again. The others would be fun too, sure, but those two she had actually seen before. However, she wasn't excited in a friendly sense. The agents had 'explained' to her that those two, along with their little group, were rebels who were terrorizing the city. But today, Sam had the pleasure of meeting them once more, this time, on their turf.
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Everyone had stopped in their tracks at the faint noise of a gunshot, and the next moment they were ushered inside.
Marco was furious, because he knew damn well it was the agents. They just couldn't give it a break, could they? Apparently not. But he wasn't concerned just because of that, he was concerned because the only two that were healed and in an alright condition to fight was Proctor and Alex. And he wasn't pining the blame on anyone. He was just...worried, because they didn't need more injuries. Things were already at their worst, and if they sustained any more severe injuries, that left them as good as helpless.
He didn't know what else to do besides wait for orders from Proctor, so he turned and leaned against the wall. The snow on the boy had started to melt, a small puddle forming on the ground underneath him. "So, what do we do now? We're in no condition to fight," He motioned to practically everyone, "But we can't just stay here and risk them finding this place." He offered his input, thinking that the agents were searching for them along with their hideout. But he had a point. They were taking a risk with whatever option they went with. Of course, there were still many more things they could do; leave it up to the leader to come up with a plan C.
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Dec 12, 2017 2:42:42 GMT -5
{Ahh thank you so much!!! Thursday is my last day of classes for this semester, I just have to hold out until then haha.}
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Post by Deleted on Dec 13, 2017 11:44:20 GMT -5
so close!! keep it up!)
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Post by Deleted on Dec 13, 2017 11:59:19 GMT -5
When the gun shot fired off, the mood instantly evaporated. Bisera was back inside in about five seconds, wide eyed and shivering, and Everett wasn't very far behind her. He was a lover, not a fighter, and if he hadn't been scared of blood before, he sure was now. Proctor was very quiet herself, standing stock still, listening. She'd whipped her hat off so it wouldn't hinder her hearing, and it left her short hair standing up at all angles, like raised hackles. "I know, I know." She nodded to what Marco said, eyes fixed on the horizion. She could faintly hear smashing sounds, but was she being paranoid or were they real? Could she even trust her instincts anymore?
"I think it came from that way," She gestured in the right direction, but there wasn't much conviction in the movement. "It could be nothing," She reminded everyone, even the people who'd gone back inside out of fear, "Could have just been a loud bang, or some idiot with an air rifle." But that would be some hell of a coincidence and she knew it, and people like them didn't experience coincidences. She thought about it for a second longer, but knew to hesitate too long could be suicide, "Alright. Marco, Val and I are going to go investigate," She gestured to the young man (he would be handy in the snow) and woman (when in doubt, bring the dynamite), "The rest of you are going to stay here. Lock the doors and keep away from the windows. Alex is in charge." Last time, her folly had been sending Bisera and Jean away, into danger. Not this time. They were going to hunker down and hide. No one was in fighting condition, and frankly, Proctor was scared, but there weren't a lot of options at hand now.
"We'll be back in ten minutes, tops. No one leaves to check on us." She emphasized, making direct eye contact with everyone at least once.
Everett opened his mouth to protest, but closed it again without saying anything. The way he fiddled with his hands and the obvious worry in his eyes made it perfectly clear that he had a bad feeling about this, but Proctor was thankful for his silence, except for a small, "Be careful. Don't take risks."
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The agents fell about their work with ease. Isidore from above, taking a number of shots off tin ships and concrete, where he knew would make a lot of noise. Ramona was locked a loaded a flare gun, sending a bright stream of red into the sky. Of that didn't get their attention, nothing would.
Keir did her duties, well, dutifully. She rarely expressed pleasure, and certainty not in her work. She couldn't hear the sounds she was making, smashing crates and doors in, crumbling the sides of cars under foot, but she could feel the vibrations of what she was doing, and felt satisfied with her work. All around her the others were making just as much noise, if not more. All they could do now was wait.
sorry this is so bad ;-; idk what happened)
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Dec 14, 2017 1:03:49 GMT -5
Marco didn't have heightened senses like Proctor did. He wasn't able to hear the smashing noises, but that loud bang had been clear as day. And if anyone, he could tell you what a gunshot sounded like. Even if it was a mile away, like it practically was now. He stared down at his blackened fingertips, clenching his jaw. If it really was the agents, he'd be damned. But he had a strong gut feeling that something was wrong, even if it wasn't the agents. The boy was never one to believe in coincidences either, so that mindset of his easily dismissed Proctor's idea that it was nothing. The thing was, he just couldn't understand any of this. If it was the agents, then how have they recovered so quickly? It could also have been the police, they had guns too. But why would the police be all the way out here? Marco let out a heavy sigh, shoulders lowering. But he did know one thing; he really didn't want to fight. And not just for his sake. He didn't want anyone to have to fight.
When he was chosen to go investigate the source of the noise, he stuffed his hands deep in his pockets, grinning slightly to himself. His bad feeling had passed in the blink of an eye unsurprisingly, and he spoke up with a teasing tone, "So you do need me." The boy's face was smug, and he knew he wasn't going to live this one down either.
Before Marco stepped away, he cast a glance at Everett. "None of us want to fight, so you can rest assured." He didn't actually know what to say, eyes nervously glancing straight down to the floor. He took another step, but stopped. "Also...you take care too." It was his way of showing concern, that he genuinely cared for the boy's safety. Nobody wanted a repeat of these last few weeks. And with that, he was gone.
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Val heard her name and nodded, giving the thumbs up as a sign of acknowledgement. She didn't mind going to check out the noise. Even though her hands were still blackened from her explosions, she felt perfectly fine. The burns weren't severe or anything, so she decided not to worry about it. The more she worried, the more she would feel the stinging pain anyway. She straightened herself up as she joined Proctor and Marco, crossing her arms over her chest. Surprisingly, she had always been the quiet one. A better listener, you could say. Rather than run her mouth like Marco over there, she thought things over long and hard, trying to approach a logical conclusion. But this was beyond her, and she wasn't able to figure it out either, shrugging her shoulders slightly as Proctor glanced over at her.
Finally, it was time for them to head off. Her footprints created a trail in the snow as she walked, and she glanced upwards, staring at the clear field in front of them. But as soon as her eyes drifted upwards, she saw a huge flare.
"The heck's that?" She questioned, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion. She knew it was a signal flare, one used in emergencies. No, the thing she was confused about was the fact that it was coming from the docks, which just so happened to be where the noise came from.
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Before they set off to investigate, Alex gave a warm, reassuring smile to all three of them. Before Proctor left, Alex walked over to her, taking off her scarf and wrapping it around her neck for good measure. "Just...call if you need anything." She reminded the other woman with an obvious tone of worry. But she let the leader go, seeing her off with a wave before closing the door to keep whatever warm air they had inside. She for one was cold, especially after making that snow-angel. Although, she had brought this upon herself. But she would say it was worth it for the sake of having fun.
She knew it would be hard to restrain herself if the ten minute mark passed without their return. In fact, she wanted desperately to go with them now. But someone had to stay back and look after the others, and she turned to face the rest, glancing over their worried faces with a small sigh. It was hard to see everyone completely terrified like this, but she had to admit, she was too.
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Dec 14, 2017 1:06:01 GMT -5
{Lol it's not your fault, it's cause my replies are getting sloppier ahaha whoops. Also love your name change!!! Looks like someone's in the holiday spirit! ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)}
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Post by Deleted on Dec 14, 2017 11:37:04 GMT -5
yeah!! i can't wait for Christmas!!!)
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Post by Deleted on Dec 14, 2017 12:01:22 GMT -5
"Idiot." Everett fondly muttered, shaking his head in hopelessness.
Proctor nodded stiffly, equal parts worried and now flustered, "We'll be back. See you then." She promised, before turning on her heel and leaving with the other two. She wanted to bury her face down in the scarf and close her eye, but she needed those senses active and alert now more than ever. "Even if this is... something," No other word for it, "We're not engaging. Not today. Besides, it's not like they'll have a full battalion, not so quickly. They lost their leader, after all." She tried to force some conviction into that statement - if Alex said she'd taken out DKC, then he was gone. End of. Besides, Proctor didn't even think she could handle a fully charged blow from Alex, what was to stop someone with no powers from dying?
A little voice at the back of her head told her she was forgetting something important, but it wasn't speaking loud enough, so she didn't make the connection between Everett's blood and the sudden revival, it could remain a mystery for a long time.
When the flare passed by over head, she halted, feet sliding a bit in the snow, "A flare?" She said, not really to answer Val's question, but more in her own confusion. A second later, it clicked, "It's a taunt. They know we're here." Hopefully the others who stayed behind wouldn't have seen it. It would only cause panic, and even their most sensible members were feeling frayed recently. "At least now we know where they are now." She shrugged grimly, following the line of smoke left behind by the flare with her eyes. "Stay close, we've got a better chance if we don't get separated." A better chance of what? Like it or not, Proctor was already thinking about the fight down the road. That's just how her mind worked - from one conflict to the next. She'd gotten a bit softer over the years, but a hard wiring like that one never really faded.
"Which agents could it be?" She asked the group as they set off again, a bit slower now, "We know that the medic escaped, and so did the young girl. Who else?"
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Dec 16, 2017 13:31:15 GMT -5
{I’ll be able to post something tonight!!! Finally done with school, but now there’s work lol.}
{Edit: I couldn’t get a reply up after all, but I will after work today. I promise I haven’t disappeared lol.}
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Dec 18, 2017 0:34:49 GMT -5
The boy huffed, turning his head ever so slightly to the right to stare at Proctor, sticking his tongue out at her jokingly. Lacing his fingers together, he placed them behind his head as he walked, foot crunching in the snow with every step. He didn't have any problems walking, but on the other hand, Val was struggling to keep her balance. Snow the the complete opposite of what she was used to; huge, hot explosions. "I wasn't going to engage." Blythe pitched in, "Even I wouldn't do something that reckless. Especially since I'm still injured." His breath left in a sigh, before he continued. "So, what are we going to do then? Hide and see what they're up to? What if they spot us?" His voice had gotten slightly quieter as they proceeded closer and closer to the docks where the flare had been just minutes ago. He remained silent otherwise, listening for any other possible threats or loud noises. But, he didn't really hear much of anything. The wind had picked up, so he decided it was better for him to keep an eye out, while Proctor kept an ear out.
The icy boy kept close as per Proctor's word, keeping watch for any sort of movement nearby. When Proctor questioned what agents it could be, he listed all the ones he could remember from his encounters, counting them on his fingers. "Well, there was that one lady with the blonde hair, the weird looking lady, that older man, the guy that you managed to scratch his eye, and the two you mentioned." He shrugged, not the best at describing them. They weren't that memorable to be honest, except for the blonde lady who he think he punched in the face. But his memories were hazy, since there had been so much going on after that.
"There was also that sniper I fought." Valerie shrugged, adding to Marco's list. "Don't know what happened to him after that day, though. He could be dead." There was no way to tell with any of them, as there was too many of them to keep track. They would find out soon enough who was there, and what kind of condition they were in. As far as she heard, that medic was unscathed, and the other girl took minor damage. That was already better than about half of Powerscourt, pretty much.
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Not long afterwards, Marco's back was pressed against a wall of a small shack. He had suggested walking more on the outside, where they had the cover of buildings and other obstacles. He had seen fire off in the distance, smelling the smoke it left behind. He didn't understand their goal, and it didn't seem the other did either. It was a taunt, Proctor had said earlier. But why come just to taunt? There had to be some sort of goal, right? Were they here to capture more of them? Blythe shook his head to himself, afraid he was overanalyzing things. There was no way to know, and he had a feeling he didn't want to. His mouth was shut and he looked to the leader, waiting for her to make a call.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 18, 2017 13:10:35 GMT -5
With Marco pressed up against a wall, Proctor slowly glanced around it, her sight was good enough to see a fair distance. "There's a black van..." She described to Val and Marco, "Just like the ones they used during the first attack. So it's definitely them." She concluded, as if there had ever been any chance it wasn't. few people came into view, the corners of elbows or the swish of hair, but it was mainly gunshots and the occasional burst of fire. One of the shacks had fully caught, and was ablaze in the cold snow, "I see the medic." She muttered, "And the blonde woman, I think. Nell, or something." There were a few agents she vaguely recognized from her own time, but their names weren't exactly fresh in her mind, and the lower rung agents came and went willy nilly. Either they quit after what they saw or they didn't make the cut.
"Hold on," She shifted, straining her ears, "I think they've got something else. Like a weapon or something." She could hear, and partially see, various bits of destruction, like they had a battering ram or something. She caught a glimpse of the back of someone's head, the person with the flamethrower, and frowned, "There's someone new, blonde girl. Not the senior agent, she's different." She looked... kind of familiar. Her profile, something about the slant of her chin and and the shape of her eyes. Ana agent form the past? Maybe. But that wasn't it, she could feel it, an old connection. Frowning and tilting her head like a confused dog, Proctor leaned out further, starting to get really frustrated by this, "She's familiar, but I'm not sure where from. She doesn't look like an agent," She held herself differently, and her clothes didn't match their black bulletproof vests, "And I don't think she's an expert with the flame thrower."
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Dec 23, 2017 1:28:50 GMT -5
At the mention of the medic, Marco's eyes narrowed, and he just about lost control right there. Val had noticed the boy's hand beginning to freeze over with ice, and she gently rested her hand on his cold shoulder, which snapped him out of his little fit of rage. Marco shook his head to himself, taking a quiet deep breath to collect his thoughts before nodding to Valerie in thanks. Things would have gone to hell if he unleashed his anger right then and there, but who could blame him? That damn medic was back, after all. He could not believe she dared to show her face around them again, after shooting Everett and running away. He wanted so badly to fight her, to make her pay. But they weren't here to fight, so unfortunately, he had to keep his anger at bay.
That blonde woman, Nell, was back too. Great. He didn't care about her at this point; his sights were set on the medic, and the medic alone. At this point, he was practically shaking with rage, but he remained where he was under Proctor's orders. He tuned out the rest, but did hear something about a new girl. Whoever she was, he didn't care either. Probably just as useless as the others. Humans were powerless against his ice, after all.
Val just nodded, her eyes following Proctor's movements as she leaned out further. "I don't think it's safe to stick aro-" As she spoke, the fire was back, a display of bright colors shooting out into the air. A barrage of gunshots followed, aimed at a building not too far off in the distance. She outstretched her hand to gingerly touch Proctor's back, meaning for her to get behind the cover once more so she wasn't spotted.
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The shack that had caught on fire had sort of been an accident, but it was also partly on purpose. If anything, it attracted attention, and it was pretty terrifying. Anyone would've come to check it out, right? The gunshots, the flare, the smell of smoke. But so far...nothing.
As if on cue, she felt something. With the power over blood, she was able to sense other's presences. It proved to be useful at times, which was pretty nice. Lowering the flamethrower for a second, she took a deep breath, concentrating hard. It took a long minute, but she was sure of it. Three people, hiding behind a building. She rushed forward a few steps, aimed, and without hesitation, aimed for the shack. It was still snowing quite a bit, so she didn't exactly see Proctor too well, but she knew she was right.
That small shack also caught ablaze, slowly engulfing the whole thing, and she knew that would force the trio out into view.
"I know you're there," Sam raised her voice over the wind, loud enough to catch everyone's attention. "Come out already. There's no point in hiding anymore."
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All the sudden, it got really hot. Hot was a feeling unknown to the ice boy, but the flames had gotten too close for comfort, even for him. He knew the fire was directed towards the shack to lure them out, but geez, the person with the flamethrower had no mercy. He took a couple steps away from the fire, and he felt his heart race with adrenaline.
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"They sure are taking a while." Alex was obviously worried for them, tapping her fingers restlessly on the table. The woman had lost track of the time, but she was sure the ten minutes had passed long ago. She looked towards Everett for reassurance, but even he seemed a bit worried. In this situation, who wasn't?
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Dec 23, 2017 1:29:12 GMT -5
{I'm sooooo sorry it's been a while since my last post!!! After my semester finally ended, I went to a two day sleepover with my friends haha. Sleepovers never get old. ;3}
{Also I was thinking, since Sam has blood powers, should that make her able to sense people nearby? And they're going to fight right? c;}
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Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2017 5:50:46 GMT -5
happy christmas eve eve!!!
and yeah, that sounds cool! and it makes sense. If Everett can 'sense' people because of their emotions, there's no reason why Sam can't actually sense their blood.)
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Dec 23, 2017 11:55:34 GMT -5
{Merry Christmas Eve Eve to you too!!!! And awesome!!!!!! C; I’ll edit my post soon, after I’m home from work.}
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Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2017 12:00:15 GMT -5
sweet ~ f you're going to edit your post, then i'll hold onto my reply for now :00 )
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Dec 23, 2017 23:51:35 GMT -5
{There we go! Made my changes to the post. ;3}
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Post by Deleted on Dec 24, 2017 7:58:30 GMT -5
Proctor thought she heard the blonde woman speak, and wanted to lean even closer, and only managed to jump away from the fire in the nick of time. Hissing in mild pain, she rubbed the palms of her hands against her coat where they'd been lightly singed. Is that how Val felt all the time? Dear Lord.
She glanced quickly at Val and Marco, who seemed uninjured, but freaked out, which was fair. So whoever that was, it definitely wasn't an agent. Agents didn't take risks like that. If Otto had been with them, this fight could have gone a different way, thanks to the sudden added fire, and an agent would've known that. When the new woman spoke, this theory was confirmed. Something in Proctor's mind clicked into place and when she took a few steps out from the fire to face her, the girl's name came into her memory, "Samantha."
Back in the facility, Samantha had been... trouble. There were very few people who could give Proctor a hard time when it came to fighting, in fact, there were only three girls who ever could. There was Alex, of course, Samantha, and a third silent girl. A sinking feeling in Proctor's stomach told her that there was no way Samantha was here alone. Their powers were too well matched to her's, she relied too much on her physical strength, and right now, in a weakened state, she'd be easy prey. That was not a feeling she was familiar with.
"So, they got you then?" She asked, sounding a little bit hollow. The thought of someone like her finally being broken down enough to actually help these people was sickening. It was almost too much. "They finally broke you. My condolences." Sure enough, other agents appeared out of the snowy mist, all of them familiar. There was Briar, Black, Acre, Strange and the medic too. With them was a lanky girl with a black hat on and a silver bat. She never really spoke much anyway.
"Marco, Val, this is Samantha. Samantha, Marco and Val." She introduced them sort of casually, as if catching up with an old friend, gesturing to them in turn with her good hand, ignoring the other agents. It was so bizarre seeing her again. She'd never seen her in 'civilian' clothes before, though Samantha could easily say the same about her, "Samantha and I trained together a long time ago. Though it was never really an even fight, was it?" She asked, bitterly. A lot of bad memories came from their time spent together. They were brutal battles, Samantha playing with a younger, more easily provoked Proctor like a rag-doll, and Proctor waiting until she tired herself out so she could get 'revenge'. "She can control your blood, or something. No one ever really took the time to explain it to me." She leveled her gaze with Samantha's, "I thought you'd died. Training got too much for you."
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"They might be travelling slower because of the snow." He offered, hands gripping a cup of coffee that was going cold, "Or they might be doubling back to cover their tracks." Both perfectly reasonable explanations, but Everett doubted their sincerity very much so.
"There's no point in any of us going out there." He lowered his voice to address Alex, aware that Bisera was huddled up on the sofa inches from them, and that Otto and Jean were also hanging around, "We'd only get in the way, or worse. They'll be back soon." He tried to sound confident, assured, but he felt sick. Like, actually sick. He wanted to vomit. The colour had gone out of his face and his eyes were slightly glistening. The pain in his chest had upgraded from a constant reminder to a dull, pounding throb. In this state, he really wouldn't be much help to anyone, in a fight, or afterwards, and he didn't even feel that helpful in his consorting.
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Dec 25, 2017 1:41:13 GMT -5
"Bernadette." Sam greeted back, an amused expression on her face. "It's been too long." Following that statement, she turned her back to the few, heading towards the van and setting the flamethrower against one of the back tires. It was an added weight on her back that she didn't want to deal with anymore now that they were here. Besides, her powers were better than some pathetic fire. Facing the trio, she crossed her arms over her chest with a frown.
Bringing up the past was not something she enjoyed. And here Bernadette was, continuing to speak as if it was nothing, prying into her life. She closed her eyes and exhaled, listening to what she had to say regardless. She knew Bernadette was right. That she had been broken. They practically had her life in their hands, after all. It wasn't like she had a choice.
Why didn't she escape back then like the others? Well, the answer was simple. They needed her. Therefore, they weren't going to let her go so easily. If the agents had someone powerful like her, who was about even to Proctor, then they would want to use her to round the others up. It was only a matter of time, right? But it wasn't just her. They also had Keir in their grasp. She was also a dangerous woman.
Samantha didn't dare open her mouth, as much as she wanted to say something. It was best that way. Any act of rebellion or doubt against the agents, and they wouldn't treat her lightly. She had the scars to prove it.
Her eyes followed the gestures as she was introduced to Marco and Val. She remembered reading up about Marco beforehand, that he had some ice powers and stuff. There were some things scribbled on his file, but it didn't seem like he had been there too long. Just the usual notes about tests that had been done on him.
So, he was tougher than he looked, huh? She could say the same for Proctor over there. It would be a pleasure to fight them, then. Oddly enough, Sam had grown to somewhat enjoy fights. It was her only hobby nowadays, after all.
Smirking with confidence, she chuckled. "It's about time you admit it. That I'm the stronger one. Or, rather, my powers are. That 'Mode Three', or whatever you call it? Yeah, that's nothing against me." She was mostly just bragging at this point, trying to show off in front of everyone.
"Way to ruin the surprise." Sam scoffed with a disappointed shake of the head. Rolling up the sleeves of the black jacket she was given, Sam lowered her stance, ready for a fight if they brought one.
"Underestimating me now? And here I thought you were smarter." Reaching up with a finger, she tapped her head tauntingly, head angled upwards ever so slightly, left eyebrow raised with a smug grin.
Agent Strange glared at Sam with his good eye, as a warning. We're not here to fight. His gaze alone reminded her, although she didn't let up. If the trio over there was serious, so was she.
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Marco was rather restless today, unable to stand still for even a split second. His eyes were locked onto the agents like there was no tomorrow, fists clenched.
On the other hand, someone else caught Val's interest. The silent girl, the one with the bat who seemed to stand slightly behind everyone else. She was new too, yet nobody mentioned anything. She had a mysterious vibe about her, which was quite unsettling. What could her powers possibly be? That question was bothering her the entire time she stood there.
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Dec 25, 2017 1:42:09 GMT -5
{Merry Christmas!!!!! C;}
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Post by Deleted on Dec 25, 2017 5:49:15 GMT -5
You too!!)
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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2017 10:06:37 GMT -5
"The difference between strength and power is control, Samantha." She responded, silently glancing over the agents now lined up in front of them. Too many to fight. Even if the others showed up. So, why were they just standing there?
The agents weren't in the best shape. She noted one of the men was now missing an eye, something she felt proud of in a weird way. Good. He was damn lucky it had only been one. Her arms throbbed dully where the bullets had passed through her, and the edge of her ripped ear was sensitive against the cold wind. Maybe next time she'd get him with both. "And I tend not to underestimate anything these days. Believe it or not, I've grown to be quite careful." It was odd that only two people were talking in a group of at least ten. The tension in the air was almost tangible and she wanted to break it, but knew better.
"Considering we haven't all been tazed and and dumped in the back of your truck, I'm assuming you aren't here to kidnap us. So what do you want?" She ignored Samantha now, addressing the question to Agent Black instead. Something she'd discussed with Alex under the cover of night, when the others were safely in bed, was the consequences of the agents getting hold of Everett's blood, and what that could mean for everyone. In order to play it safe, she jerked her head at the young medic, "If you're here for our healer, he's dead. And we don't make a habit of storing up vials of blood."
sorry this is so short!! did you have a good Christmas?)
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Dec 30, 2017 4:40:10 GMT -5
Her hands clenched into fists; long, sharp nails digging into the palm of her hand. Tch, Proctor was always one to speak, wasn't she? But what did she know. Eventually it got to the point where she broke skin, causing blood to stain her fingers. At the same time Sam's body moved on it's own, rushing forward with a burst of adrenaline. Before she could take her third step, a hand shot out, catching her dead in her tracks. Agent Strange, with his arm still extended, gave Samantha a glare with his one good eye, an unspoken gesture that reminded her they were not to engage. The one-eyed-man allowed his arm to rest back against his side, continuing to analyze things as he had been. Although, they had been too late; the heavy snowfall had already covered their tracks. But the general direction the three of them were in pretty much matched where the kids came from. So that was still their only lead as far as where the group was staying at the moment. When the Agent's eye met with Bernadette, he turned his head away almost immediately, a forced sigh escaping his lips. It seems he, too, still held a nasty grudge. As much as he wanted an equivalent revenge, (An eye for an eye seemed fair enough.) he knew when wasn't a good time. Sam would give absolutely anything to fight any one of the three, clenching and unclenching her fists multiple times impatiently. She was unaware of that however, as well as the fact that she appeared quite visibly upset. Not getting her chance to fight was a complete waste of her time. Again, fighting was pretty much her only hobby nowadays, and the adrenaline rush it provided was thrilling. Besides, her and Bernadette still had some unfinished business. She still wanted to see if she could beat her. It had been too long. The woman caught a glimpse of motion in her peripherals, and when she tilted her head, it was the medic who stepped forward to talk, clasping her hands behind her back, trying to appear as less of a threat as possible. The air was tense with a thick, heavy feeling to it after all. Any sudden movements from anyone was enough to put even the toughest people on edge. "We have our reasons to be here." The medic stated bluntly, answering Proctor's question. "But if you have to know, we're here to gather information. Not only on the place the children were found, but on you, as a group. After the fight." It was strange indeed that the other enhanced hadn't shown up yet. Were they not here? Well, no matter. They weren't needed yet anyway. "It's a shame," The medic bowed her head slightly. "An unfortunate loss." It was her fault to begin with, but she couldn't do anything about it now, could she? For some odd reason, she couldn't shake the feeling something was a bit off. The medic just...couldn't explain it. Shaking her head to herself, she let out a frustrated sigh, shifting her weight from one foot to another. Everything appeared to be at a standstill for the moment, so she opened her mouth to speak once more. "Look, we're not here for you this time. We're here because we have our own business to attend to." She moved her hand to her head, rubbing her temple to try and clear her thoughts. "Neither of our parties seem to be in the condition to fight today. Nor do we have the facility to bring you to." She emphasized the last part with annoyance, eyes flicking to each of the three standing before them. Marco could barely contain his death glare, and every time she made eye contact with him, she could've sworn he growled. - {Ahh there's no need to apologize!!!!! We all have those days lol. I didn't really know what to say here either honestly haha. I do sort of have a plan to set things off again, but I don't want to change anything here because I'm super lazy and tired, so I'll do that in my next post whoops.} {I had a great Christmas!!!!!!!!!! C: Thank you for asking! I got some AirPods and money, which was nice. My friends and I didn't exchange gifts just yet because one of my friends is out of state, so we're going to do that soon. I'm like SUPER SUPER excited because I asked for that Six Of Crows book. I saw you had a RP tailored around that series before, and there was this one animation by EmptyFeet that got me interested in it, so I'm excited to read it! In case you haven't seen the animation, I'll link it here. It's really short, but apparently the song fits really well with the series.} { Here is the animation!} {Also, how was your Christmas? ;3}
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jan 1, 2018 1:35:01 GMT -5
{Happy New Year!!!!!!!!!!! ;3}
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2018 9:25:01 GMT -5
happy new year!!
my christmas was good!! we were sort of making up for last year, which was a bit of a sadder event. My grandad had just died and i was stuck in Norway until February and everything was just kind of sucky, so it was nice to be home this year. six of crows is SO GOOD. It's one of my favorite books of all time!!! if you like it when you're done, you should try the grisha series by the same author. you're technically meant to read grisha before six of crows but honestly, you can pick it up easy even if u don't. i love the author sm she's a babe )
When Sam started to charge, Proctor instinctively stepped forward too, putting herself between Samantha and her friends, an old feeling inside of her rising, ready to fight. It was foolish, stupid even, and would only end badly, but right then, she couldn't have helped herself. As her opponent was stopped, Proctor herself also came to a halt, though she remained tense.
She listened to the medic speak and felt a surge of disgust when she bowed her head at the news of Everett. These people really believed they were better then them, didn't they? As if she hadn't been the one to shoot him in the first place. "Well, you've seen us." She offered, dripping with sarcasm, "So why don't you just be on your way then? Back to wherever you people go, now that you're base has been to a crisp."
The snow was falling thicker and faster, and soon it would be pointless to stand out here nay longer, because no one was going to be able to see less then a few feet in front of them. Although he was simmering with rage, she was actually glad Marco was here. In a snowy landscape, he was a comfort to be around. At least one of them seemed comfortable in the snow.
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jan 4, 2018 3:47:23 GMT -5
It was...a risky thing turning their back to these people. One wrong move, and they could suffer more than just a few serious injuries. And besides, the medic was intrigued now. She couldn't just 'go back' at a time like this, not when the three of them so graciously stepped into their presence. "So, about that Darling boy. He wasn't able to heal himself?" Curiosity overcame her and she raised her left eyebrow, tilting her head to the right slightly. She wanted to coax more out of them, even if it was through talking. However, the chance of them actually telling the truth, if answering at all, was slim. Agent Lyon was genuinely curious. Any little piece of information they learned was crucial. It would confirm the theory that they all had limits, or consequences, to their abilities. Find that out, and they could use it against them in the near future. "Did Everett wake up at all?" - Upon hearing his name used by one of those damned agents, Marco finally snapped. He too had a sickening feeling deep down inside of him while hearing the agent's lame ass apology, if you could even call it an apology. It was more like her trying to sympathize with them. But what did she know about them? Their lives? She was damn lucky Everett didn't actually die, or she would've froze the second he laid eyes on her. The same goes for the rest of them. This would have been a huge crime scene in a matter of minutes, with no traces of him left behind. The thing was, he was surprised he hadn't completely lost it earlier. It was only a matter of time, though. The first mistake was of him coming along. He was still a bit mentally unstable, in a way. Traumatized was a better word it, as well as furious. He knew he wasn't ever going to forgive them, not just for what they had done to Everett, but what they had done to him. Huge shard of ice began to shoot up from the ground, heading straight for the medic. At this exact moment, everything seemed to go in slow motion. The shards had managed to come dangerously close, stopping a mere inches away from the medic's face, right between her eyes. It was an abrupt stop, something unexpected, even for him. Marco's brows furrowed in both confusion and frustration, but for some odd reason, he was unable to move, frozen in the offensive stance he had been in a second ago. There she was, Sam, in all her glory. She managed to take control of him right before a series of unfortunate events would occur, and her worried frown turned into a smile of confidence. Now that she had control of his blood, she was able to move the boy around like a ragdoll. And that's just what she did, turning his body around, raising his right fist up before pulling it back and slamming it full-force into Proctor's jaw. The fun thing about her powers was that she wasn't actually the one doing it, so she didn't feel the pain of making contact with something as hard as a bone. The woman chuckled, making him knee the other one, (Val) in the chest. Once again, that rush of adrenaline she craved so much was back, and it was just like old times, dueling it out in the facility, neither showing mercy on the other. - {Aww, I'm sorry to hear about what happened last year. } {Also lol, I had no idea!!! :0 I'll totally read the Grisha series too then!!!! Might as well read it first like it's meant to be, since I still don't have the first Six of Crows book anyway.}
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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2018 15:07:22 GMT -5
Proctor had almost believed that this could’ve ended without a fight. Not ended peacefully, because that would imply a state of calm, and they were all far too tense for that, but at least no blood shed. But she had to say it, didn’t she. The medic just had to ask about Everett.
If she’d been in her prime, instead of her sorry injured state, she may’ve been quick enough to lash out her arm and snag Marco’s collar, but as it was she was too late, reaching with her bad arm without thinking, “Marco, don’t!” Just as she caught him however, he froze. She thought for a split second he’d contained his anger, inches from the medic’s face, but then he turned and smashed his fist into her jaw.
Admittedly, it hurt. She wasn’t expecting it, and Marco was in good shape. Proctor had virtually walked into it, by stooping down to grab him, and it sent her reeling back. She clasped her good hand to her face, a death glare to melt steel peering out from between the fingers, as glimpses of red blood shone out. She heard Val cry out as she was winded and lowered her good hand, revealing her busted lips. Samantha’s little games were back on, it seemed.
She hadn’t missed this.
She lunged forward, not to attack Marco, but to wrap her long arms around him like a straight jacket. She squeezed down, trying to trap his arms by his side and leaned back, arching her back to try and lift him off the ground a bit. It wasn’t easy, he was heavier than he looked and her injured arm felt like it was on fire from the strain. But better this than letting Marco get toyed with by Samantha. “I warned you, you dumb ass.” She hissed at him, stressed and furious, and not best pleased that Marco had provoked this.
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The ice moved FAST. Ramona blinked and it was on them. It stopped, miraculously, and she grabbed Jessica’s arm, tugging her back to get behind her, “You OK?”
Since the destruction of the facility, Ramona was like a different agent. She’d gone from an eager to please rookie to a self appointed official. Times were tough, they didn’t need rookies anymore, they needed agents.
Like right now, for instance. “Hold your fire!” She snapped at Samantha, eyes blazing. This was meant to be a mission without casualties, they couldn’t afford injuries of any kind. And Samantha was a little rough with her toys. They wanted these agents alive. “Stand down!” She knew Isidore was up in the distance, watching. Too many wrong moves, and he’d put an end to all this.
On the other end of the spectrum, Keir was watching the whole thing as silent as stone. She swung her bat in a lazy arch as she approached the ice Marco had summoned, before hefting it over her shoulder and swinging it down, shattering the ice into a million pieces.
Ramona repeated herself, louder this time, “This is NOT a combatative mission. Stand down, right now.”
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jan 5, 2018 4:59:56 GMT -5
When the ice boy finally regained control of his body, the first thing he did was squirm. "Hey...hey! Let me down!" Marco whined, no match for the stronger woman, who was holding him at a rather peculiar angle. After he had been let down - or rather, dropped (Proctor didn't look pleased at him.) - he regained his balance. He hadn't slipped, thankfully. It would've been an even more hellish walk back (If that was even possible.) - with cold, wet clothes as Proctor lectured him on for a lifetime. He already knew he was going to get a good scolding, that part was unavoidable.
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Sam's fun was over, it seemed. When Agent Arce yelled at her to stop, she reluctantly held her palms up in front of her defensively. "Alright, I hear ya." She was a bit mad that they didn't give her any credit for stopping the ice before it impaled the medic, but that was fine. Not even a simple, "Thanks for saving my life, Sam." or "Wow, you did a good job!". Either would have been fine, but nope. Sighing to herself, she crossed her arms over her chest.
Not even a minute passed before Arce decided to yell even louder, practically giving the poor woman a heart attack. Carefully stepping over to the new ice sculpture that had been formed, Samantha reached out and gently tapped her hand on Keir's shoulder, before signing the message, 'They want us to stop for now.' She gave the other woman a thumbs up, letting her know that she had been doing good anyway.
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The medic was a bit shaken up. Who wouldn't be, after you almost died? The next thing she knew. Ramona was beside her, asking if she was alright. "Yeah, I'm fine." Jessica reassured the young agent. Their first mistake had been coming back here, it seemed. And her second mistake was mentioning the healer around Marco. She had never seen him go all-out like that, even if just for a second. It was safe to say she didn't want to experience that again. Jessica faced the rest of the agents. "I think it's time to head back." She glanced in Cobb's direction, asking for his opinion as well. They had completed everything they had come out here to do, so there was no point in lingering anymore.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 5, 2018 12:36:23 GMT -5
Proctor dropped Marco none-too gracefully, letting him find his feet on his own. She tried to mask how difficult that lift had been on her, regulating her panting to slightly strained breathing, for both the agents and her friends. Now that not the time for weakness. She didn't say a word to Marco, but leveled him a fierce glare. She glanced over at Val, who wasn't dead, so that was OK. When they got back home, everyone but Marco was getting hot chocolate and that was final.
Thankfully Samantha was on enough of a leash to listen to the young agent. Proctor winced at her compliance, remembering how that had once been her, in a way. She'd never been that gracious, but she'd done as she was told to avoid further punishment. Would the penny ever drop with Samantha that they were scared of her for a reason? A part of Proctor more than believed that those agents should be beyond scared of them, they should be the ones who were subservient, but today wasn't the argument for that. Her bad arm hung uselessly by her side now, strained after lifting Marco off the ground. Everett was going to kill her.
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Ramona watched as Samantha and Keir stood down, not taking her eyes off them even for a second. Her ear piece crackled as Cobb, still on on his perch in the distance, responded to Jessica, "You're right, let's get out of here. Things are going to get messy if we stay." In Ramona's opinion, Cobb had always been awfully quick to jump ship. She wouldn't say he was a coward per say, but there was a reason he was a sniper and not a scout. Today, however, she couldn't have agreed more. She gave Jessica's arm one last pat, eyes still fixed on the mutants before her and then sharply jerked her head back towards their van, "It was good to see you again," She raised her voice sarcastically to the three facing them, "Maybe next time we can catch up a bit more." Before turning on her heel and stalking through the snow to the van.
Samantha was going to be in so much trouble when they got back. Sure, she'd saved Jessica, and Ramona was very thankful for that, but she'd broken protocol, and that wouldn't be looked on favorably.
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jan 10, 2018 17:28:20 GMT -5
{I'm so sorry for disappearing!!! I haven't been feeling good recently, just got over a fever. I still have a really bad cough too, which sucks. ;v;}
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