Realistic or Modern Boundless (Always Open)

[Azuria]

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Wallace Ashen Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ





"She's Approaching." Mia stood her guard in front of Wallace, listening for the girls footsteps.





"Yes, there are rocks gyrating around her. My eye tells me her ability is telekinesis." Wallace watched her slow movements. She seemed to have and air of silent confidence.





"Thank you." Mia's fingers wrapped around the hilt of her blade, clutching it tightly. She held the single sword with both her arms, her longsword remaining in the scabbard on her back. Her head hung low, looking straight towards the girl. She took a calm breath, swallowed, and sprung from her position towards the girl, her sword by her waist ready for a wide horizontal sweep. She would swipe through her wall and go straight for the girl.

 

[BloodyKharma]

Mia's attack would hit its mark, momentarily breaking through the wall, although it would quickly close behind her. The girl now stood about a yard away from her, but now a constant barrage of objects would be thrown at her, one after another over and over. It would probably be hard for her to take even a step forwards, their was no delay in the attack, and to top it off the wall of debris surrounding the girl was now steadily getting smaller.

 

[Azuria]

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Wallace Ashen Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ





"Stop." Mia spoke directly to the girl. The first piece of debris slammed right into her back, but each successive one, she sliced through with her sword. She was determined to get the girl to surrender peacefully.

 

[BloodyKharma]

The young girl only stared blankly at Mia, her face completely devoid of emotion, although her eyes were looking in Mia's direction; they didn't seem to be focusing on her. The girl just simply stared ahead, without saying a word, the barrage would intensify. Debris flying towards Mia from above, to either side, in front and behind her. As the circle steadily grew smaller and smaller, Mia would most likely ne forced to move towards the girl. She might also notice that the ground began to slowly shift beneath her, the pavement beginning to crack, as if the place she were standing on was about to crumble at any given moment.

 

[Azuria]

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Wallace Ashen Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ





Mia slashed furiously in all directions to prevent the debris from hitting her.


This isn't getting me anywhere...


She grit her teeth together, her fingers digging into the hilt. She moved like a blur from her position, her leg in a sweeping motion behind the girl, quickly prepared to push against her chest with a free hand when she began to fall. She'd slam her to the ground, and pin her.

 

[BloodyKharma]

As the girls body slammed into the ground, the back of the child's head collided with the concrete, all of the floating objects shuddering in the air for a moment, before falling to the earth as the girl lost consciousness. Her entire body went limp, the steady rise and fall of her chest the only indication that she was still very much alive.


Alexander Acme


"Impressive, not exactly how I would handle things, but she still managed to get the job done nonetheless." came a voice from directly behind Wallace, where a young man stood but a few feet away; wearing a white muscle shirt, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of the blue jean pants he wore. His face a mask of indifference, his eyes lingered on the battle maid for a moment, then his gaze would travel back to Wallace as he waited for the man to turn around. "Fancy meeting you here, how long has it been since last we met...Wallace."

 

[Azuria]

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Wallace Ashen Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ





Mia lifted the now unconscious girl, carefully slinging her over the shoulder. She kept a slow pace walking back towards Wallace. She could hear he was having a conversation with someone and did not want to interrupt.


...


"Acme! How good it is to see you!" Wallace turned around and greeted the man before him. His name was Alexander Acme. He and Wallace had seen each other a few times in the younger years when their parents were running their companies. They were quite connected.


"Now how did you manage to get yourself trapped in this condemned underworld?" Wallace gave him a puzzled look.


It was likely he could have paid for a first class ticket out as soon as the outbreak occurred. Why didn't he?





He briefly looked at Mia, who returned now from her brief battle with her enemy slung over her. He looked around for the boy they had just saved but he could not see him. He must have run off somewhere.

 

[BloodyKharma]

Alexander Acme





For a moment he said nothing, he just stared at Wallace silently, his eyebrows furrowing as if he were concentrating on something. Holding the mans gaze for nearly a minute, before exhaling softly, his eyes narrowing at the posh man standing before him. "...interesting." What the hell is up with this guy, I can't get into his head. "When you refer to me, call me Alexander; nothing more, nothing less. Understand?" he said coolly, now looking over at the maid. He took a moment to look her over, his eyes widening slightly as he came to the realization of something. "Is she your pet?" he asked as if it were an everyday question, like their was nothing weird about the question at all.

 

[Azuria]

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Wallace Ashen Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ





"alright...Alex." Wallace crossed his right arm over his stomach, holding his elbow, his left hand under his head. He got a little annoyed at the pet comment he made, looking over at Mia, but she was still and did not respond at all.


"She's my personal assistant during this crisis." He tapped his foot, looking around, checking for any more approaching targets, but the streets were empty for now.


"well you're quite connected. Do you know when the government will be lifting this abhorrent shield?" He followed up with,


"How's your company fared since the outbreak? Is your stock alright?"

 

[BloodyKharma]

Alexander Acme





"Believe it or not, you probably have more connections then I do." he responded, still gazing intently at Mia, a smirk beginning to form on his lips. "I don't know if you've heard, but my father stripped me of my inheritance, I no longer have any ties with the company." he tilted his head to the side, still staring at Mia to the point where any normal person would start to feel uncomfortable.

 

[Wixed]

Porter observed his guest as he finished up the food and began plating it. He stacked three full plates on his arms and placed them on the table, flatware clicking loudly. He said nothing to Artemis who seemed gone to the world, and when he turned on his heel to bring a filtered pitcher of water and 3 glasses, Astrid had herself seated beside the stranger with a playful grin. "Hi. I'm Astrid." She tipped her head at the boy, a fork full of food at her lips before she chomped down loudly.


"Mmmmmmm. Porter always cooks so yummmmyyyy." She gleamed and proceeded to inhale her food as if she's never eaten a day in her life. "You'll get heartburn." Porter told his sister, distributing the 3 glasses among them and pouring water into the lot. Astrid emptied her plate and held it up for Porter to refill, which he did without much complaint, used to his food being cold in her wake.


"His name's Artemis. Nyx found him outside apparently." He told the girl, nodding at the black shepard. He set her refilled plate before her and finally took his place across from Artemis, eyes setting on the male before he knifed his chicken breast into small pieces.

 

[Azuria]

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Wallace Ashen Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ





"What! That's terrible news! My condolences." He shook his head, a little wide mouthed, shocked to hear the news. He did not expect that at all. It made him oblivious to Alexs' awkward gawking at his assistant. Mia turned slightly, not facing either of them anymore.


"We should get going." Mia reminded him, ready to deal with the rampaging metahuman over her shoulder.


"ah yes yes. Alright. My apologies Alex, you take care of yourself alright?" He straightened up and walked towards his penthouse, Mia quickly turning back towards Wallace and following close behind.

 

[sraes]

Cracked sidewalks and crumbling building stretched down the roads - as much from years of neglect as from the recent meta-humans throwing their weight around - making this section of the city look like something from a post-apocalypse movie trailer. 'Not that far wrong, all things considered.' Nickolas acknowledged to himself as he took the time to survey the quiet - for now - back street.


Comfortable that he wasn't being watched, Nickolas left the sunken staircase that led down to a heavy door of the basement apartment he'd taken over after the outbreak. The building above it - once a halfway decent duplex - was half collapsed and scorched; useless and broken, but it masked the presence of the apartment - and man - below it and seemed to deter looters and metas alike. Still, he masked the stairway with a sheet of plywood before setting off down side streets he'd grown familiar with over the years towards more profitable areas.


This part of the city had never been wealthy, had already been decaying year by year, and had only needed a push to implode. Rampaging monsters in human form seemed to have done the trick; the shoddy buildings breaking down and crumbling, abandoned cars packing the street, and the bodies of those who couldn't protect themselves all too easy to stumble across. The feral metas didn't seem to care who they killed or why - it was so... purposeless. Annoying. Certainly inconvenient. But the denizens of this area weren't so easy to get rid of - the flotsam and jetsam of society were like roaches that way, hard to kill and impossible to eradicate. They knew how to survive in tough times and every now and then Nickolas saw signs of life: shadows in an alleyway, people bartering for essentials in hidden nooks and crannies, gangs growing or coming together for safety and power.


The world he grew up in and one he'd returned to.


Keeping to the shadows as best he could was second nature by now, as was keeping an eye out for metas, so he noticed the disturbance up ahead before actually coming across it. It seemed mostly over now - a meta knocked out or dead and slung over a woman's shoulder - and he sidestepped into an alley to hopefully avoid their notice.

 

[BloodyKharma]

Artemis Fletcher





His wandering mind snapped back to reality when the girl took a seat beside him, raising one hand in the air, he gave her an awkward wave and a small smile before he gave the plate of food in front of him his undivided attention. Taking hold of the fork, he scooped up some of the chicken, then brought it too his lips. He took a tentative bite, his eyes suddenly widening, then he would proceed to scarf down everything on the plate with inhuman speed. He certainly didn't devour everything as fast as Astrid had, but he'd given her a run for her money. Patting his stomach contentedly, he set the fork down by the now empty plate, leaning back in his chair as he stared up at the ceiling. "Thanks for the food." he said softly, placing his hands in his lap, a thoughtful expression starting to come over his face once more. "When do you want me to leave." he added, more as an afterthought, sighing as he met Porters gaze.


Alexander Acme





"What's the rush, just set that little girl on the ground and I'll take care of the rest." Alexander called out, making no move to follow after them. He continued to watch them walk away, until he caught a glimpse of movement out of the corner of his eyes, he turned in the direction of a darkened alleyway. Staring into the darkness for a moment, it was almost as if he knew Nickolas was there, but another tense moment past and he simply turned his attention back to Wallace and Mia.

 

[Azuria]

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Wallace Ashen Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ





Wallace continued pace with Mia behind, with no response to Alex. His monocle had long picked up the appearance of another person nearby but he had decided not to mention anything. There was no need. The next move they needed to make was to restrain the girl and allow her to wake up so they could ask her a few questions, see if she would cooperate, if she was in her right mind to cooperate. At the very least she may be able to offer them some sort of information on how the vaccine has affected the metas within the city. He stood before the elevator, doors parting to his entrance, Mia right by his side.

 

[sraes]

Nickolas was still easing his way into the shadows when one of the men in the group looked sharply his way - Nickolas froze instinctively barely even breathing for the long moments he was pinned down. He wasn't usually overly worried about being spotted - he was strong enough and he fought dirty as all hell when needed - but he also had a finely tuned sense of danger he'd learned not to ignore.


Even if they weren't ferals, they'd still survived this long and that meant they probably ha some sort of firepower - meta powers, guns, the means were less important than the outcome. Especially if they were standing around like they had all the time in the world.


When the man looked away - either having not spotted him or distracted by the others walking away - he slunk further back into the shadowy recesses and started off down the alleyway. He could circumvent the street and still get where he was going easily enough, no need to risk running into anyone. He checked the knives in his arm sheaths for reassurance anyways.

 

[Wixed]

Porter watched the two eat, taking slow bites of his own food and wondering why they thought it tasted so good. Astrid stared eagerly at the new comer, her second plate almost complete, and she spoke with her mouth full. "What are you doing running around? You look pretty helpless." She giggled at her observation and peas fell from her lips. Porter pinched the bridge of his nose and said nothing as he listened to his sister. He'd gathered that Artemis was not a meta by any means, and so the threat of them being discovered wasn't a terrible one. He'd just get rid of him if it came down to it. "You can leave whenever you start causing problems." Porter told him, his simple statement hanging between the three as he ate a piece of broccoli.


"Oh Porter, he won't cause any problems. He's harmless." She pointed her fork at him, eyes glinting in the chandelier's light. Porter bit at his cheek and gave the girl a glance. "Astrid. While I agree that he looks harmless enough, we can't be too sure." They spoke aloud as if he weren't seated at the table with them. "D'aww. He looks trustworthy to meeee." She trilled, eyeing Artemis like a toy of some sort, her chin resting atop laced fingers. Porter would have rolled his eyes, but he found it a waste of energy when dealing with Astrid. She'd make up her mind and force them into dealing with the consequences, per their entire life story.

 

[BloodyKharma]

Artemis Fletcher





What are you doing running around? You look pretty helpless. He's harmless. Helpless...Helpless...





Artemis frowned as he listened to these people he had just met, openly speak about him as if they knew him, did he really give off such an impression? His entire life, he was either overlooked, or pushed around. He had never stood up for himself, but now, this was practically a whole new world he was in. He could be anything he wanted to be. Do anything he wanted to do. Make a completely different name for himself here, become a completely different person then whoever he had been before. "I'm far from helpless, and I'm even father from being an ordinary human. And even if I didn't have certain...abilities, I could use my wits alone to overcome any situation that comes my way." he said, with more confidence then he ever had in his entire life. His mood seemed to have completely changed from what it had been before, he didn't seem to be second guessing himself, his eyes now staring into Porters without looking away. "And that's why only I'm going to save this city, but I..." he paused for a moment, doubts suddenly beginning to surface, but it was to late to turn back now. "...can't do it alone."


Alexander Acme





"How rude, your not even going to invite me up?" he called out again, before turning around, dismissing them with a wave of his hand as he began to walk away. "Well, at least now I know where you live, we'll have some fun later. Ciao." he took one last look at Mia out of the corner of his eye, his mouth forming a hard line just before he stepped into the shadows, disappearing without a trace. Although a second later a black crow would hop out from the shadows, cawing loudly, before taking off and soaring into the sky.

Nickolas was still easing his way into the shadows when one of the men in the group looked sharply his way - Nickolas froze instinctively barely even breathing for the long moments he was pinned down. He wasn't usually overly worried about being spotted - he was strong enough and he fought dirty as all hell when needed - but he also had a finely tuned sense of danger he'd learned not to ignore.
Even if they weren't ferals, they'd still survived this long and that meant they probably ha some sort of firepower - meta powers, guns, the means were less important than the outcome. Especially if they were standing around like they had all the time in the world.


When the man looked away - either having not spotted him or distracted by the others walking away - he slunk further back into the shadowy recesses and started off down the alleyway. He could circumvent the street and still get where he was going easily enough, no need to risk running into anyone. He checked the knives in his arm sheaths for reassurance anyways.

"Hey buddy, what's the rush?" came a voice from behind Nickolas. "Were you going to leave without saying hello?" the voice would now come from in front of him, although if he looked around there would be no one in the alleyway but him. "That's rude you know. How about you and me have a little chat...of course, I honestly wouldn't mind if you tried to run. Things would turn out more, interesting that way." Now the voices were coming from either side of him, as if the voices came from the darkness itself.

 

[sraes]

Fingers twitching with the urge to pull one of his knives at the first call Nickolas cast a glance over his shoulder only to see... nothing. Still heading towards the end of the alleyway, he leveled an unimpressed look ahead of him. 'A meta, just my luck. At least he's no feral - or at least not from the vaccine.'





"Hello. Goodbye." Nickolas intoned, a trace of boredom for the theatrics in his voice and kept walking without another glance at the darkness around him. If he hadn't spotted the meta the first time he spoke he doubted he'd be able to until he purposefully showed himself, it was hardly worth the effort to keep fruitlessly craning his head around. Even if having someone at his back he didn't trust had his hackles up.

 

[BloodyKharma]

A solid black wall would rise from the ground, at least 12ft high, blocking Nickolas's way. If he turned to go back the way he had came, he'd discover another wall had risen at the other end of the alley, a loud screech could be heard as the walls grinded across the concrete; each one slowly moving forwards. If he tried to grab hold of either wall, in order to scale them, he'd find that he couldn't get a proper grip. The walls would ripple and flow around his hands like water, and he'd have to come up with some other means of escape, or prepare to be squished to a pulp between them.

 

[Wixed]

The two debated the boy for a bit longer, though it ceased when Artemis opened his mouth. Porter's lips twitched up a bit, a slight smile at the previously shy stranger. "You're soooo cooolll Arttyyyy." Astrid fawned, slamming a fist to the kitchen table. It rattled loudly and the dogs perked from their slumber, though not for long, as they were used to the girl's antics by then. "We'll help you!" She cried, taking Artemis's hand into hers and giving the boy a dramatic look of awe and approval. Porter snorted and stood up, swooping about the table and collecting the dishes. He wasn't so impressed.


"Did your wits tell you to survive without a weapon and follow a stray dog?" He asked the boy as he rinsed the plates and began stacking the dishwasher. Having water and power was easy enough for Porter to rig up. He looked back over to his sister, and though she'd released Artemis from her grip, she was still gazing at him, star struck. Porter closed his eyes and took a breath through his nose, wondering about his judgements. Saving Artemis was right, but saving the city? Well he'd not been too keen on the idea since the outbreak.

 

[sraes]

Finally coming to a reluctant halt in front of the shadow wall, Nickolas let an almost inaudible sigh escape. He reached out at touched the incoming mass and, finding an almost velvet like texture with damn near no resistance, turned to see the same at the other end of the alley. 'Well fuck you too man.'





"Fine. What exactly did you want to 'chat' about then?" He asked, more annoyance than concession. He was already eyeing up the alley walls - they were probably rough enough to provide handholds he could use to climb to the roof two stories up. He didn't want to risk it if he didn't have to but he may not have a choice if this guy didn't want to play ball. If he was just a psycho out for blood Nickolas was going to have a tough time of it.

 

[Azuria]

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Wallace Ashen Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ





Wallace and Mia traveled up to his suite. She placed the girl on one of the seats, quietly standing in front of her.


"Restrain her hands for safety. We cannot have her behaving wildly in my suite."


"Curtains." She pointed in a random direction. Wallace looked in the direction she pointed, a painting of a forest scene. His lips tightened for a moment. He refocused himself, walking towards the curtains covering the windowed doors of the balcony. He tugged on the rope, pulling the curtains down. He frowned for a moment, his curtains ruined. He dragged the rope behind him, the curtain towing behind and handed it to Mia. She carefully bent forward, feeling for the unconscious girls' hands. She pulled them behind the girls' back, tying it around her wrists, binding them together. She continued to use the rest of the rope and the curtains to attach her to the chair, binding her to it.


Wallace stared, his face rigid. "Well, now we wait." His arms crossed. He would have to purchase some new curtains when this was over.

 

[xandr]

Seto allowed himself another moment of silence as he calmed himself down. Loud, untimely outbursts of anger were not something he could allow himself to partake in anymore- Not with how many Metas he'd been coming in contact with recently. The last thing he needed was for anything, or anyone, to hear his useless yells and decide to make it their priority to come and find him.


Instead, he figured his best bet was to do something constructive. Which, in this case, was the figure out how he was getting down from here.


There didn't seem to be a door leading downwards (not that it took much time to figure this piece of the puzzle out) and whatever ladder system or fire escape that had once allowed access to this rooftop was M.I.A, for the time being. Seto moved to the edge on shaky legs, planting his open palms on the waist-high cement guard that kept him separated from a 10-story death drop. He leaned over hesitantly, his wooziness from the fall amplified by the sight of being so elevated from the ground, and found himself looking over into a rather dingy and dilapidated alleyway.


However, the thing of interest certainly weren't the alley itself nor it's unfortunate state of disrepair- Instead, the most alarming sight seemed to be the two black, oddly textured walls blocking either side. And the man, standing near one end, talking to... himself?


Seto tilted his head to the side in confusion as he stared down at the stranger. Obviously a Meta was involved, somehow, considering the large and ominously unnatural blockades keeping the man in the middle stay put (although, chances are not a vaccinated one. They were much more aggressive- trapping their pray really wasn't their style), but it was still a very strange sight to come across. He decided, however, to stay silent and observe this situation. It's not like he could go or do anything else, at the moment- not without bringing far too much attention upon himself, anyway.

 

[The Fluffiest Floof]

Maxwell stood up. He heard voices from somewhere. "Whew that sure had a bit punch." He looked around and tried to locate the place where the voices came from. He got rid of the dust and dirt on his clothes and slowly went to where he expected the people to be, having his drawn gun behind his back.


@anyone being there