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Two-Face watches the coin flip with bated breath. His wide eyes zeroes in on that coin like it's the only thing in the world that matters - or even the only thing in the world at all. He follows it as it flips and lands in Plan B's palm. His toes curl in his ruined shoes, and if it weren't for...

He notices Quiet's sigh, eyes briefly shifting over to meet her as she does so. The exposed eye makes an audible, disgusting sound in response. Those exposed muscles and tendons behind the permanently ruined flesh of his face leave nothing to the imagination. More to the point, it's evident that...

Two-Face's eyes settle on Ramlethal as she makes her way forward, floating ahead as she does. For a moment, his teeth grit. His eyes dart over her, unsure of what to even make of the floating woman, or her offered words. His jaw tightens, his fists wound, his voice growls... and then all at...

"Yeah... well, at least we got the guy," Felix responds to Ramlethal almost dryly as he passes her. With the smoke cleared and the thugs dispersed, Two-Face is all the clearer, hanging under the light as he is. By the time they begin questioning him, his screaming has rescinded into more of a...

The claymore hit its mark dead-on, sending the thug crumbling over in a pool of his blood as he let out a cry comparable to Tavish's in only intensity. But soon enough, it devolved into a whimper and became drowned out by the thugs around him. Many charged him, but none stood a chance. Not...

"Gah!" Despite his best efforts to the contrary, there's not much Two-Face can do in this situation. He had been too focused on the chaos ahead, lingering behind the smoke. Too many bodies were moving. The bright flashes of the ensuing gunfire only served to blind him. He hadn't even noticed...

With the group jumping into the fray, it was only a matter of time before they were noticed. The Demoman had announced their presence first. The thugs turned with him, some confused, some grabbing their weapons as they noticed his. Very few had any traces of noticeable fear at all, despite the...

"Yeah. And then get yourself killed," Felix flatly replies to Ramlethal. He watches her as she makes her way over to the sleeping man, as per his suggestion. It'll definitely be a better idea to have everyone up and at 'em, at least. They can't sit here forever - but at the same time, they need...

"Investigate?" Felix almost laughs off the idea, though the sound left him as more of a dry snicker than anything else. "Yeah, 'cus that's a smart thing to do after we just woke up and heard everything's on fire. Do you even have a plan?" As he asks this question, Quiet's holographic display...

"Sorry-- employer?" Felix's response to the question was just as confused as his response to Ramlethal's own introduction. His gaze, though obscured, still follows the Demoman as he stands up and begins checking himself down for gear. "As much as I would love to be paid to be stuck in what...

"Right..." Felix just nods at... that, before turning his attention to the rest of the group. "Well, let's just hope that the rest of you make for better conversation."

"Sorry, I didn't realize I was stuck with the socially unaware when I woke up here," he sarcastically replies. His dangling legs kick back against the dumpster, causing a loud Thunk! Thunk! sound to ring out. "That's my mistake." He drags the rock across his blade again, sending more sparks...

Link to sign-ups. Prologue "Shadow Over Gotham" Appearing in a new place without warning is never fun. Maybe it's happened to you before. Maybe it hasn't. Maybe it's happened so many times that you're used to it by now. But the fact of the matter is, however you were spending your...

"At the end of the day, if I'm stronger than you, and if I'm faster than you, then I can kill you. And that's better than anything money can buy." Name Felix Media of Origin Short Bio One of many former UNSC soldiers who found himself aimless and displaced after The Great War, Felix became...

This is a closed RP. Please only post a CS if you were linked to it privately beforehand. A flash of light was all it took. One second, you were home on Halloween night. The next? You were in the dingiest, most rundown alleyway you'd ever seen. "Crime Alley", it was called. A very apt...

DUE TO CIRCUMSTANCES BEHIND THE SCENES, THE STORY WILL CONTINUE, FOR NOW, JUST BETWEEN MYSELF AND SIR SKRUBBINS :D The whole thing up until now had been strange. Cipher, cunning as he is, has something else in mind for these folks. Ford could feel it in his blood. Everyone else has left by now...

And then, a pair of eyes flutter awake... "Welcome to the Velvet Room!" An all too familiar sight sits before Makoto Yuki. Igor, the mysterious, long-nosed "host" of the Velvet Room - and his attendant, Elizabeth. They had been instrumental figures in his journey. Elizabeth particularly...

"Per....so....na." Taken from after the events of Persona 3: Reload.

It took a while, but eventually, all of your watches went off simultaneously. It was a vibrating sound and feeling, not unlike an iPhone (for those of you who even know what those are.) Regardless of those semantics, the buzzing was accompanied by a familiar voice. "Hello! Testing, testing...

"Uh..." Leo was, admittedly, caught off guard by the escalation in Sage's response. He really shouldn't have been, considering what went down in the tent. He's dealt with this sort of thing before, and Black was much the same, after all. Maybe it's because he's still a little out of it himself...