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  • Kaitlin 'Kat' Peters (A.K.A. Tesla)
    5', 96LB. She is currently outfitted with her Assault suit, while concealing her identity well it leaves little to the imagination, Being skin tight with the accept ion of the Chobham armour plates on her back, chest, forearms & shoulders. She is hoping the armour will conceal her gender until she can get a better material for a combat environment that's lightweight. Her hair is neatly tucked into her suit's helmet for the sake of hiding identifying features and for practicality. The suit's boots give a small metal clunk with each step, with small, barely noticeable arcs of electricity coming off of her boots onto the metal floor of the 'rig'. Her back has a medium sized suitcase with occasional lines of red coming off the sides, the suitcase is professionally secured to her suits harness system, Removing the threat of the suitcase swinging around on her back. Attached to her belt is a wide but small suitcase. It swings freely but on a limited arc, away from her legs. Her SMG is holstered in a waist holster, a round in the chamber; inside of the holster are 2 magazine holsters, each magazine holding about 35 AP rounds.
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    'These 2 seem pretty normal... What a treat for a place like the-' Tesla was forced to hold that thought, as a rat turned into a... Is that a little girl? Wait... How old? '32? Years or months?' Tesla started cracking off a plethora of jokes in her head before snapping to her senses. Tesla gave it some thought and came to the conclusion that she must be some short of shape shifter. From a rat to a human..... Why choose to be a physically weak form though? It made no sense to Tesla, who has to compensate for her physical weakness time & time again. Anyways what struck Tesla wired was the fact that she was asked to drop her guns.

    "It's a careful welcome. But you can pry these from my cold dead hands, and even then, they will self destruct in my cold dead hands. Anyways, nice to meet you Nazumi"

    Tesla wouldn't let herself be disarmed, whenever anything like that happens the result is never good. Before Nuzumi even had time to react to Tesla's words, The suited man started to flirt with the 14...15...14 & 1/2? Year old Tesla couldn't tell. All she knew is that she was a good bit disgusted. She looked at her own gun a bit while thinking, repeating one word in her mind;

    'WHY!!!!'

    After a good 5 seconds of being in deep thought this confused car battery walked closer to the other 3, atleast this Zeke fella seemed semi normal. She thought about starting conversation with him. Then some girl, covered in blood.... Just ran out into the hallway. Her mind froze up once again, A long string of thoughts entering her mind instead of just one word.

    'Why did I come here, what the fuck was going through my mind when I made this decision... Who knew I'd have to hire a oracle to find out if this was the good decision. WHat the fuck! I can understand the mentally insane people! No one sane goes into this........ Well, im here. Am I sane? - Ah fuck this is looking awkward I need to talk to someone.'

    Tesla after staring into space for a solid 15 seconds jumps into shape and approaches the small group of people, ignoring Zeus & Nazumi completely, and outright avoiding the ball of murder sqeezing Nazumi's cheeks. Appoaching Zeke and Zeus little area of the conversation and holstering her gun; feeling safer around Zeke than the ball of murder or the man who flirts with children. Tesla stood next to Zeke, being towered over by almost every other adult in the general vicinity was not really good for the ego, BUT the people her size were not that preferable. She tried to make conversation with Zeke while; that over there, occurred. While Tesla was walking over she caught a glimps of his arm, it seemed to be... self repairing? She would love something like that for her guns!

    'I need to find out how he's doing that!'

    "Hey, Thats a cool arm! make it yourself?" Her voice modulator still wasn't helping disguise anything beyond her identity, It still put off emotions pretty well, her voice was just made of pure exitement; The want to learn.
    Tesla normally go into small talk like this, but anything to take her mind off the... The. clusterfuck that is occurring in the hallway. A child was being flirted and having her face squeezed when she asked for information by a suited man and Miss child murderer. Zeke seemed to be the only one with a working braincell! So god damnit she was gonna use that!
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#11: Church​
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He who spreads death and destruction must accept their pursuit.​

Beau winced as the girl was sent tumbling back. “Omni--!! You bastard,” he growled. Appeal to mercy failed. “What kind of monster would murder an innocent girl in cold blood!?” The irony of the words was lost on him as they slipped between his teeth. He was beginning to understand. Was this a test? He knew the right answer. The answer that was proper. Protect her. Fight for her. She belongs to you. Scrambling to his feet, Beau shouted for Omni to run. “I’ll hold him off,” he shouted over the rumbling all around him, “you go, now!” And without another word, he turned his full attention on the present threat, knife in hand.

Ah, yes. He’d passed the test. This was correct. This man—so troublesome; he thought he had him figured out. Saint. Beau would remember that name, and those eyes. Those pretty, green eyes. He’d remember forever. Something was coming. Was it an attack? Beau had little time to react, and so took the full force of the blow head-on. He felt his cheek already beginning to swell, tasted blood in his mouth. Was that all? No time to dwell. Another was on its way. It struck him in the shoulder. The weight of it forced him back a half-step down the hall.

Difficult. So difficult. That hurt. So, why? Why didn’t he run? For the girl? No, not the girl. She was useless. Worthless. Beau hoped she ran away and never returned. Then why? Silly Beau. Wasn’t it obvious? The answer had been staring him right in the face, all this time. The answer he sought hid from him behind that faceless mask, upon which his own warped visage was reflected.

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Ah, so that’s it, then? Saint, it seems I’ve fallen for you.​

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Now, I wonder... Will you take responsibility for what you've awoken in me?​

A blast of air struck him in the stomach and Beau doubled over, trying to keep down the pressure slowly building within him. Oh, how embarrassing. Are you ready, Saint? Here I come. Hiding his face behind his forearms the way he'd seen boxers do in movies, Beau rushed ahead, bobbing and weaving into the flurry of blows. Each one that landed ignited a new hurt, muscles throbbing from the strain of it all. Is this what you like, Saint? Then this is fine.

He was close, now. So close, Beau could nearly touch him. But not yet. He'd have to endure this punishment a little longer. The image of Saint's face burned in Beau's mind alongside those cold, steely eyes. Oh, how he longed for the day he'd get to see that same face twist and writhe in agony. It's coming, it's coming. But for now that time was still a far ways off. For now it was his turn to suffer. This was his penance. For his love, he took every stroke that fell upon his body like holy communion.

With newfound vigor, Beau charged forward, breaking his guard. He reeled back and launched his knife like a hatchet. Then he launched himself. They tumbled together, one over the other, forming a ring with their flesh. A perfect union, a joining as two became one. But sadly, all good things must come to an end.

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"Look at this."​

Beau cooed, enjoying the feeling of a warm body between his thighs. He thought he might faint, thoughts swimming in a sea of milk and honey. "My face is all messed up because of you, Saint."
 

Saint
The Halls | Hall #3​



Metal hit metal and there was a clang as Saint used the back of his arm to act like a shield when the blade went flying. It scraped against the black metal of his armor as it did deathly spins from the impact, went flying back then went hurtling out of anyone's reach when Saint shifted his arm and himself forward to prepare for Beau's oncoming charge, a push with his braced arm to knock it out of reach completely- just as Beau knocked him off his balance with a tackle.

The world was a blur as up became down and down became up, dancing in the tumble of limbs, bodies mingling in a roll upon roll that knocked Saint out of his concentration completely and gave him only enough time to realize that as he and Beau tumbled, they had passed someone's door, blocked off by some type of furniture.

A heavy smack and his headache made itself known from the back of his skull but the only thing that came out of him was a heavy grunt as he shook his head and tried to regain control of the twirling world that was his surroundings. Sliding forward due to motion they came to a stop, and when they did Saint instantly tried to move, but found himself pinned by a weight. A heavy weight. One that wrapped itself around him and let him know he was staying right where his opponent had wanted. Or at least, that's how it came off.

Tensing, muscles became taut and Saint mentally prepared himself for a beating. Beau was strong. His armor was stronger, but that didn't mean he couldn't feel hits from opponents even if his armor absorbed most of the kinetic energy like a dry sponge greedily soaked up water. There were limits to how much his gauntlets could take and there were limits to how much damage his armor could handle, he knew once Beau hit he'd need to strike back. But the thing that caught him off guard, was that no hit was forthcoming.

Beau had him pinned, and he wasn't even hitting him. And that's when he heard it.

"Look at this."​

Saint paused. The mask swiveled and locked on the filth before him, and as he felt limbs shift he felt the legs and thighs tighten and press against his sides. He felt the weight bearing down him, keeping him stuck to the ground, but also noticed something else. In that voice he heard no animosity. In those eyes he saw no anger. It surprised him. Not because he expected all his acts to invoke anger or even fear, but because he hadn't expected this sort of reaction. He wasn't sure what it was, but it wasn't what he'd anticipated.

Even more, he was surprised he hadn't already started attacking himself. Why? He thought as Beau wiped at the blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. Why does he sound so....satisfied? He didn't know.

What was it about that tone, that pitch, the way Beau's lips had moved and the familiarity in the manner it'd been said that sent a cold shiver down his spine and made the naked body underneath all that protection-- under all that armor break into a cold yet warm shivering sweat that reminded him of fear?

Mesmerized, disgusted, frozen, Saint watched, his arms still in front of him, covering his face protectively as he waited behind them. Waiting to see what Beau would do. He was waiting for a hit. He was expecting some kind of strike, something that showed that Beau was as awful as he'd expected, as filthy as his deductions had led him to believe. He thought this was stalling. He thought Beau was lost in a daze of some sort of fantasy of his own, before he'd break and fly into a fury of emotions. But that wasn't what he got. He got more words.

"My face is all messed up because of you, Saint."​

A chill went through his very being at the mere mention of his alias. There was something wrong. Saint didn't know what it was, but something wasn't right. He could feel it. It was like a bell had went off in his head and rang the alarms. It unsettled him the more his body realized it; the warmth that radiated off Beau, the contact of his body pressing down onto his own, the pungent mixture of sweat and iron in the air-- the more he noticed, the more his heart rate quickened, the more his fists trembled and the more he realized how he needed to end it. Because if he was right, if Beau wanted, his armor wouldn't last forever- and with the position they were in, he was at his opponent's mercy.

Can't punch him, teeth grit as he shifted to no avail, not even a budge, it was like having a elephant on your back without actually being squished into fine paste. A punch would land Beau the opportunity of a lifetime, to lock him in submission and he wasn't about to test his endurance against his opponent's, no, Saint did something else. He shot one hand out, triggered the charge of his gauntlet to low and let it explode- right in Beau's face. But it didn't explode flames, it belched out smoke, smoke that covered Beau's head completely then without any hesitation, Saint lifted both his arms like a running champ, and then stabbed the floor with his elbows.

The second he did that, the ground bent to his will almost instantly.

Walls shook, metal groaned, bolts shivered then loosened all while small bits and crumbs of dust and debris fell from the sky. Can't do it again he grimaced behind his mask. It was a risk doing it at all. The rig wouldn't sink but it could be damaged and he knew the gamble he'd played doing this at all. Cracks formed, spewed out of the ground inches away from the impact of his elbows, then stretched. They grew bigger in one second , then they got longer the next as metal plates shifted and moaned.One more push Saint thought carefully as he was doing it. One more push and he focused, calmed, then reduced the tremble in his fists to nothing.

Like hammers they fell, two fists slammed into the ground following his elbows, leaving himself completely open for any attack Beau could make in those few seconds of opening. At least, till the ground shattered like broken glass all around them, formed large circle that stretched from one wall to the other, and forced cracks in the floor to open and spread as everything shook around. The walls trembled fiercely, now forming small cracks themselves, there were metal groans from one hallway to another, as each felt a tremble and while all this happened-- the ground below opened up, any flooring that had once been dissolved into nothing but tiny insignificant fragments as ten feet of waiting metal awaited below and swallowed both Saint and Beau whole like a giant fish did it's lunch.

A pit formed, oval in shape, barely reaching the door they'd passed and no doubt held someone else before. It swallowed the two up for supper and rained nuts and bolts and tiny metal fragments, insignificant fragments that did no harm but made everything and anyone it touched glitter and sparkle when the light hit it just right. Rising, Saint quickly rolled away from Beau who'd been deposited to his right not too far away and the second he was up, he looked around to survey the damage. Far more concerned with others than his own situation as he observed the damage he had caused and only turned his attention back to his opponent when he was sure no one else had fallen in with them.

Turning to face Beau, fingers flexed like a doctor did when wearing a glove. Saint didn't waste a second as his opponent recovered. He charged, sent a left swing out and a ball of compacted air went forward as he followed right behind it. He wasn't going to wait anymore. Beau was showing him his true colors. And if pressure was what it took to reveal it, then pressure was what he would have. With no one around here in this pit of doom. He could fight Beau without holding back as much as before.

He could give him the pressure he sorely needed to show him more.



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Mention(s): BriiAngelic BriiAngelic (Rally, Omni) August August (Hedda)
 
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  • ~Hallway 5~
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    Silver found that the best way to get his job done, was by acting like he was ignoring his job. Most people saw his thin frame and assumed that he was just a freeloader. He occationation wondered why people seemed to so often dismiss what was in front of them. He knew they were both cautious of him in their own way, and he went straight to doing his job.
    He was so used to letting himself take on the look of a red faced lightweight, a quick chuckle and some moments of seriousness just perfected the look. In all reality he couldn’t tell if this woman was merely that good at acting or if she was a true raging drunk. Either way he was a mixture of impressed and unsettled by this development. He half wondered where Hanzo was pulling this shit outta, but hey he was benefiting so it was all good.
    He actually let his control over his poker face slip as he burst into genuine laughter at the woman’s attempt at his name. Hi ho Silver, out of all the jokes that could be made of his shitty name he’d not expected a pleasant one. Perhaps he was too used to the bastard. But now wasn’t the time to think about someone who was about to be ashes in the wind, if he wasn’t already.
    “You know I almost wish you had decided to hole up night into the boat instead of what’s her face... Steel I think? Woulda loved to see him rot.”
    He turned to Hanzo who was now passed out on the floor. He let out a sigh well there was a well of information cut off. He really wanted to hear more too, even slurring she was an interesting character. Oh well he could always get Nezu to relay info on the interesting ones.
    “Well as for why I’m here… Does it matter if you wouldn’t believe me anyways?”
    He let out a sigh as he got up and stretched out his body. Luckily she hadn’t offered him too many or he’d actually be affected. He wondered if she would wake up if he left, and if the other would even let him make it that far. He decided to lean his back on the wall as he hadn’t been called just yet.
    “Hmm would saying I’m here as a favor work well enough for you”



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    Nezumi usually didn’t mind having a group of people around… okay that was straight bullshit, people fucking terrified her. Heck that was the reason she was recon. Don’t get her wrong she fucking loved her job okay, and she didn’t mind a few people but Gun girl and Motherfucking Drippy Blood and Guts? FUCK NO She wanted out. She barely looked at the gun wielder twice before she started to glare her down. For someone the same size the rude little shit was already on her shit list, if not for the fact that bad info endangered everyone she’s throw the nuisance to hounds.
    Now the two she originally approached? Mister Brainy with a body? Mister Deep Silky voice? Fuck yes she was willing to make herself a nuisance for them. She wasn’t smooth in the slightest though with the little tug and flirt routine she was putty. Deep blush and stuttering and ABSOLUTELY NO REGRETS. He could be bullshitting around or anything but the point was that helmet had to go now.
    “Well maybe I’ll be willing to let you know if you let me take a peek at you. Why don’t you take of the helmet and let me see you pretty boy?”
    In all honesty she probably woulda kept on trying to get him outta the suit if not for the fact that the blood demon came up and started to smoosh her face. She immediately felt herself pale. Nonononononono this can’t be happening she was already awake? She was asleep she’d seen her be asleep earlier. She felt herself let out a small squeak as she shifted into her mouse form and immediately climbed up Zeus’s suit to stay trying to burrow into his shoulder.
    “Nope nope nope. The crazy baby is a no go. This is not what I signed up for, back up heathen.”
    She suddenly couldn’t wait till the signal to retreat came up. She found herself climbing around Zeus’s suit trying to do her best to avoid Acme staring at her longer than needed.


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Zeus
The Halls | Hall #4




“Well maybe I’ll be willing to let you know if you let me take a peek at you. Why don’t you take of the helmet and let me see you pretty boy?”​

Cocking a brow behind the mask Zeus' voices buzzed a warm laugh. Maximized strength faded and returned to normal. He didn't need to worry about hurting her after all, he thought that with some relief and in his distraction he failed to notice the thing that came zipping towards them and knocked him straight out of the way.

Landing on the ground with a harsh thud and slide, Zeus rolled with the fall and skidded to a halt a few yards away on one hand, one knee, and one propped foot. Static buzzed off his suit as his heart beat quickened, muscles tensed, and his fight or flight system skyrocketed into action. He shot up to his feet instantly in a streak of faint blue, bounced onto his feet and looked at who had so rudely knocked him out of the way with narrowed eyes and that's when he felt the first signs of a tremble.

"Oh...", the word escaped his lips like a breathless gasp. Saint he immediately thought as the quake subsided. Then he smelled blood. And just like that he began to feel a tingle that meant sweat was coming out to mingle.

It may have been small, but he'd felt it. He'd felt a tremble. Rigs...didn't tremble did they? No, no, he had to believe it was Saint. Which meant Saint was fighting...which meant... Did she get into a fight just now? No that couldn't be it, Zeus reasoned as he took a cautious step towards the distracted Acme and the unsettled person in her hands. The blood was dried, well past a day, probably at the warehouse. The more he looked at her the more he recognized; bright eyes, vibrant colors...that strange, perpetual but unsettling smile. That's when Zeus stopped and recalled. The boat! he recalled.

And that's when a spiteful, horrible joke popped into his head involving bloody and crude humor. Common sense rose up, flexed its metaphorical muscles then beat that dirty thought into the ground almost instantly. NO ZACK! NO! He could hear his conscience say. DON'T DO IT! And by Jove he wanted to, but he didn't. This was a serious matter. Joking about it wouldn't get him anywhere, and in fact if his older brother Cody were here, he'd probably have smacked him upside the head for even thinking something so crude. Static died to a hum, and Zeus walked five steps forward to return to Nezumi's side.

When the scent of blood got stronger Zeus felt his stomach do a barrel roll in protest. "Sweet Auntie Jemima!" Two voices cried in agony and as he said this someone shifted forms and began crawling up his outstretched arms. He was glad Saint wasn't with him, but hoped him to be fine, no amount of 'polite silence' as his friend liked to call it would do this situation or him, any good!

"Hey uh lady--" Zeus paused mid sentence when he felt a spark of life hit his senses. He hadn't noticed Nezumi transform due to his best effort at trying not to dry heave in front of this...this....well honestly she wasn't too bad looking, but Zeus didn't need to be told that she was a bit more than crazy. The way she constantly smiled, without even dropping it at all, without even taking a second to relax face muscles -if she even needed it from what he was getting off her own strange anatomy- was a good enough sign for him that something was more than wrong with this vibrant babe than he cared to go asking.

"Uh", he felt the small pulse of strange sparks coming off Nezumi try to burrow into the impossible to squeeze opening in his armor. "Uhhhhhh", Zeus struggled to think of something to say as he stared at Joker 3.5 and just had it dawn on him that a possible 32 yr old woman in the body of a possible 14 yr old girl was trying to get into his clothes and not in the way one would expect.

"Uhhhhhhh", he bit his lip and silenced himself instantly, backing away from the smiling chick and raising a hand behind his head so he could block view of Nezumi with the angle of his arm. "Soo, you look..." his eyes squinted "...hot?" God I hope that didn't sound like a question, he took a large step back then slid his hand under mouse girl's paws- tripping her just a bit so he could catch her and bring her around close to his chest, all the while holding her gently and carefully. "My name's Zeus, nice to meet you...love the look, red is uh...really in now, hey Nezumi?" He said eyes briefly glancing down to the mouse he now held against his chest. "Do me a favor, turn back to normal 'cause like, this is kinda hard to manage with you squirming everywhere, kay babe? Thanks, love you. Kisses...when you're back to normal that is."

"SO," he said quickly turning his attention back to Acme as he kept backing up and up, going past Zeke and Tesla, then backing up just a bit more, "I see you like meeting knew people!" He said, trying to sound cheerful even when his voices made it sound static-y and scratchy, "Have you met my bro Zeke" Sorry dude, take one for the team! "And my girl, Tesla?" Throwing his new amigos under the bus, Zeus quickly turned his attention back to Nezumi and said: "Okay, so here's the thing. Can't leave those two alone with that chick, and I can't leave a fine ass gal like you alone either- how bout you and I make a deal, sound good? You want my mask off? That's great I appreciate the curiosity, but...

He leaned forward conspiratorially, backed away from the others even further while keeping an eye out for vibes gal and said: "... wouldn't you want to get a peek at my mug and a sweet kiss also? Fine gal like you? Wouldn't mind you being my first." Not that she would be but again, it was impossible to tell if he was serious or not- but if anything was true it was the look in his eyes from behind that visor.

Sky blue orbs that lidded almost seductively at the moment the word 'kiss' was uttered. Yeah that's right. He saw that blush. And he knew how to take advantage of it. "You want that? You do me a solid and I'll do you one also. Tell me what the fuck is going on around here. What's the deal with the alarms? Why is all this shit happening? And after that I'll give you the most mind blowing gift in the world, he tapped the guard that hid most of his lower face, "with these." he punctuated with fraternizing eyebrows.

It was a gamble, a horrible gamble, one that would probably slenderize him as a lolicon, a pedo, or something else completely inaccurate- but it was a risk and a gamble he was willing to take. If Zeus' hunch was right, he wasn't dealing with some wannabee nobody here. This 'kid' was important. He felt it in his gut and his gut never did him wrong in a moment like these. There was another reason however. Another presence, somewhere, nearby, and if he was right- from the way it had moved when Acme had honed in on Nezumi any thing bad that looked like it could happen to her would just invite more trouble and he didn't want that at all.

Lifting mouse girl up his brow cocked upwards and asked her again with curiosity and a mischievous twinkle in those sky blue eyes, "Do we gotta deal, m'lady?" He hoped she bought the bait, else he'd have one hell of a time explaining this to Zeke, and if he cared to later, Tesla also.



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Isla

"So your one of us? Then why didn't you say so. If anything you where asking to be attacked by the way you've come in don't you think?" Isla asked her with a look of confusion. Listening some more she couldn't help but chuckle t her statement abut understanding why they would betray them. "Yeah cause we can totally understand why someone would see betraying perhaps the biggest collective of villains. Im bat shit insane and even I know that's the stupidest idea anyone can make." Isla commented before hearing the woman ask what they here going to do. Glancing to the suit next to her with a questioning look before she glanced back to the woman. "You seem pretty convincing but how can you prove your one of us?" She asked her calmly as she studied there possible friend
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#12: Scary Love​
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You're all mine.​

For a brief moment, there was bliss. He had him where he wanted. Close enough to taste. He wanted to reach out, wanted to touch. Show it to me again. Tender fingers traced invisible fault lines along the implacable visor separating him from his love. Then the sky opened beneath them, and into the yawning gullet of the abyss they plunged.

Falling. Down, down, down, he fell... Til he wasn't falling anymore. Beau hissed as his body met the metal beneath it. He wished he could just lay there. So tired... But, he could not rest, yet. He had to get up, stand firm. Already, he was facing down the barrel of another attack. Tenacious, Saint, aren't we? With barely enough time to shield himself from the oncoming blast, Beau felt his feet go from underneath him. For the second time in the last four seconds, he was dropped rather unceremoniously on his behind.

As he was rising yet again, something unexpected happened. A woman fell into the pit with them, and Saint fell with her. Beau stood motionless, watching.

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Who... Are you?​

Beau's immediate thought was to carve. Carve up this interloper. The punishment for interrupting his courtship could only be death. Then, he remembered he'd lost his knife some time ago. Silly, Beau. That wouldn't do. No, instead he would do nothing. Miraculously, the fall seemed to have knocked a bit of good sense back into him. This was a valuable opportunity that violence would surely squander.

"Thank goodness you came," he began, putting in place a most appreciative facade, "I thought I was done for..." He lifted his hands over his head as proof of his submission. I won't try anything. Don't worry. He risked a knowing glance at Saint's visor, subtle enough to go unnoticed by the newcomer, that roughly translated: Ha-ha, you lose.

"My name's Beau, by the way. Thanks again for the save..." Beau paused, hoping to fill the gap with a name, any name. It didn't matter. He'd forget it straight away, after all. Beau didn't care about blonde bimbos falling from the ceiling. In fact, right now, right here, he only cared about one thing. Only one thought vibrated through him, spreading like ripples in a still pond:

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Get your fucking hands off him you filthy slug.​
 
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Saint
The Halls | Hall #3​



"...Crap", was the only thing he spitefully got to say before he could prepare himself. Then he got hit with a truck and found the ground swept right away from him.

Feet took a trip skyward as momentum, weight, and velocity all added up to a walloping tackle that would've impressed even the best of quarterbacks. Saint felt a pit hit his stomach as the ground suddenly disappeared under him, something that ironically he should've been used to given his powers but considering current circumstances he had every right to be surprised. With a grunt, momentum that carried him inches from the ground before tagged out with gravity and brought both him and his 'passenger' skidding on bits and shavings of metallic chips. One foot, six foot, a couple yards, then more. The distance between him and Beau grew, just as the distance between him and the ground got shorter as the seconds ticked by.

He couldn't believe it.

He couldn't believe all of this was happening all because of some stupid test. The backstabbing, the infuriating revelations, the painful memories that had taken 3 years of patient coaxing and steady therapy to get through all washed away by a single encounter with one guy. And just as he was going to settle things, injure Beau enough to where he'd be out of commission for awhile- this happened. Saint couldn't believe it. Even as his feet slammed into the ground.

When he landed, they skidded. Like ice skaters but not really. A foot tripped a half-step back as it fought against newton's first law of motion, broken metal pieces from a hundred square tiles, and the new added weight of whoever or whatever was now clinging onto him -and talking right into his ear at the same time. From the way she sounded, Saint knew she was relaxed. Her muscles said so from the way she held on with one arm and did something else with the other, but he could tell she'd done this before or she'd pulled stunts like this enough to not completely get thrown off from the shaky landing, especially with the way her legs kept firm around him from his back.

Skating on metal tiles, steel broken pieces, and the dust of debris from above, they came to a slow halt as Saint kept his arms spread out to maintain his balance and also maintain his 'passenger', armor or not, if he messed up, they'd both go falling and then he'd be at the disadvantage instead.

As they slowed, emotions rose. What. The. Fuck? It wasn't just a hint of irritation, it was a lot of confusion. Who the heck was this woman, and why the fuck did she jump on him? He couldn't see her face clearly, the angle was too far, she had too strong a hold and it decreased his movement. What the hell?! He didn't get it. Why was she interrupting, was she this guy's friend like Omni had been or was she stopping because of a misunderstanding?

"...look at the mess you've made! Are you trying to sink this vessel? Stop measuring dick sizes and get over yourselves! I am so off schedule now because of you two--"​

Anything else she had to say was ignored. He got the picture. She wasn't Beau's friend. She was just trying to stop the fight. Something Saint knew was the smart thing to do...but a part of him couldn't allow. He felt her legs shift and tighten, in response a hand clenched as his mask turned to try and see her. If he could get the right angle he could jam his elbow into her side and hit her with a low emission, jostle her a bit if he hit her arm, screw her over if he hit her in the ribs. If she'd seen the fight and seen what he could do, then reasoning told him she had a superhuman level body and she wasn't a complete and utter idiot. As long as he didn't overestimate it, he wouldn't injure her horribly. Hurt her, sure. But kill her? Not at all. She wasn't his target anyway. Beau was.

Behind the mask, green eyes shifted, from his back to his front. Seconds ticked by, and sweat built. This isn't good, it was a possible two against one or free -for-all. He needed her off him but she was like a vice and if he was guessing right, she could hit possibly as strong as Beau could.

"Thank goodness..."​

Eyes honed in on his target, and Saint saw the facade almost instantly.​

"I thought I was done for..." He could practically feel the smug coming off those words. "My name's Beau, by the way. Thanks again for the save..."​

One second there was silence, the next Saint said: "Oh..." his voice hissed, "You dick!" He was going to punch him for that. "Look I don't know who you are, but you're on the wrong side." Saint's deep rumble stated and the air trembled as he said it. "Get off my back now." The voice ordered calmly but behind his mask, pools of greens had narrowed into fiery slits that turned in her direction, frustrated by this whole situation- "and get your legs off me!"

An elbow swung up like an axe swung down. Saint hit a chin with a sharp precise strike, then without a second to waist after, he did something new.

His whole body vibrated a thousand times a second. The ground didn't shake, nothing trembled but he became a blur. A blur of movement that moved a thousand times a second, every second for a nanosecond. Sweat built up, perspiration reigned as king under his armor and his breathing became non-existent. This was a taxing thing to do. It had taken him two months to do it for five minutes and taken even longer for him to be able to hold it without getting sick completely.

Without a question, vibrations doubled, then tripled. You couldn't even see him at this point it was just a wad of black, moving and spanning left and right, side-to-side. It was like the Tasmanian Devil had come out to play and he wouldn't let go. The first second, you didn't feel a thing. The next it was a ride of dizziness and the feeling of heat building. Every second Saint vibrated, heat built up around him. Particles on the ground trembled around them, holding onto him went from being warm to insanely hot to severe rope burn. He wanted her off! And he wanted her off now!

As he vibrated, he focused and grit his teeth, blinking past sweat and keeping his focus on Beau ahead in case he tried anything, Saint kept thinking of the voice and how it'd hit a familiar note with him. Why did he recognize it? Why did it sound familiar now that he had nanoseconds to process it?

Who was behind him? And how long could they hold on before he gave out?

Metal particles trembled, waiting for an answer.


Interaction(s): August August (Honeydew)
Mention(s): Elenion Aura Elenion Aura (Beau) BriiAngelic BriiAngelic (Omni)
 
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Bright She remained quiet, letting the witches converse as she listened on, and finished her cigarette, before she crushed it in her palm. There was a small flash of light within her fist, and when she opened it, nothing but ashes scattered away from her outstretched hand. She dusted her hands, and tucked them into her pocket. She leveled her gaze on the blue-haired lady, then scoffed.

“What can I do? You’ve your instructions. I’m not one to get between someone and their objectives unless they were directly in my way.” She paused and felt around for her gun, then unholstered it from behind her. “Dreadfully sorry about the misunderstanding earlier. Not exactly a morning person.” She laughed lightly as she half-cocked the slide, checking for a chambered round, before letting it snap back with a satisfied nod. She waved cheerily to both ladies as she started back down the hallway where she came from. “The name’s Bright, arcanist. I’ve my quarry and a daughter to look for now.” She stopped in her steps, before bowing slightly to the cerulean-haired lady. “Please clean up the mess as quickly as you can. I do so look forwards to our tea. ”

And with that, she spun around and started down the hallway, her gun at ready.

The Regal Rper The Regal Rper
Daniel Reaving Daniel Reaving
 
// Euclid Hawthorne //
// The Omega //

Accepting the can of beer from her, now all he needed to do was find out how to drink without removing his mask. Or find a way to drink without removing it all. It's not a hard question to answer, so he'll just find some way to do it one way or another. A much better question was how Hanzo managed to pull out another can of beer from out of nowhere. There weren't many different places he could see just by looking at her that he could find a place where she'd be able to even store them. Did she just have some sort of infinite supply located somewhere, or potentially had some other power that could give some sort of infinite storage inside of herself? Maybe he should just ask. Maybe not. Eh.

Lifting off his mask slightly to make way for the can of beer and gulping an entire mouthful of it, he just silently sat, drank a bit and mainly listened in onto the other two people here. It was a bit boring doing nothing, so he just holds his can to his and read whatever it is is on there. Or at least try to. With him being farsighted, he'd need his glasses and he can't exactly wear them without taking off his mask. There's not really much to do, other than start a fight or... drink. And he'd rather not fight. Omega has a clear red tint on his cheeks(though the mask obstructs his face) and slightly more blurred vision, even though he hasn't even finished his can. Was he always this much of a light weight?

That would explain why he can't remember much of his drinking experiences in the past, though can remember a few moments of being in his apartment's bathroom and laying on the floor in his leaving room for whatever reason with a general feeling of being like the worst piece of shit in the world. It managed to give him a few day offs from work back then, so there were a few good things about those hangovers. Hopefully he didn't kill anyone or tell anyone about him being a cannibal during those times he's drunk. Hopefully.

Glancing back at the other two, it seemed that he'd been a bit too caught up in his thoughts and Hanzo fell asleep. Hmm. It must've been the alcohol. She did seem like a really lightweight drinker too. Sleep sounded so good right now... Maybe he should just go fall asleep here too. He could really use some sleep after all. Pulling an all-nighter isn't exactly healthy. Well, anyway, even if he was tired he shouldn't go and actually sleep here. It's still unsafe, and he has to keep his guard up. He couldn't take that risk.

"I was planning on holing up with all of their bodies but it would've been a hassle to carry all of them at once, with one being completely turned to mush and another being cut in half or something, I figured that it would've been better to just take the one with a whole body. Well, mostly whole. Also the fact we were being chased by heroes didn't help much too." Which reminds him, he should probably get to doing that little experiment with the connection between cannibalism and powers. See if it's actually real. What even was her power? It was... something about being able to make bullets with her body? Doesn't exactly sound very useful as he doesn't really use his gun most of the time. And those that do use guns probably get their bullets easily from somewhere else. Maybe he should've picked another body to eat instead, but well, at least it's something.

Omega could always save the body. There's gotta be like a fridge where he can just store these bodies after he cuts them up. He hasn't taken out the organs or cut any piece of meat off of Steel's body yet, so he'll make a mental note to do that later. But for now... "Where are you going?" He asked Silver.

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Lilian "Lily" White
Miss Apothecary
Oil Rig - Residential Entrance
Interaction: Xel Xel BriiAngelic BriiAngelic simj26 simj26 Daniel Reaving Daniel Reaving
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It wouldn't be exaggerating to say that she had not nearly enough sleep that night.

Unused to the swaying motion of the ship, she did her best not to lay down on her bed and succumbed to motion sickness. After all, aspirins had almost no effect to her. Once the ship docked at the oil rig, she took her time to leave the boat. Injecting herself with stimulant drug, she hauled over her new capsule machine to her room. She wished it was smaller. Moving it around would be difficult without sufficient manpower. Asking Fence to carry it for her is unacceptable. She didn't want to owe him more that she had.

Despite being terribly tired, Lily spent the first third of her night capsulating her drugs. She already changed into a shirt, leaving her more formal clothing slumped over her suitcase. Gel capsulated medicine was more widely acceptable than hypodermic syringe in public. Granted, the effect of such drugs would be lower, but with her medicine, it won't be too much of a problem. With one bottle worth of pills produced, she took off her glasses and went to sleep for the rest of the night.

Or so she planned to.

An alarm screamed. Doors jolted open. Startled awake, Lily put on her glasses and stared drowsily around. The alarm should only rang in case of emergency. She mustn't dawdle. She took her mantle and injected herself with a dose of caffeine. Her murky mind from the lack of sleep gradually became clear. The effect won't last for long, but she hoped adrenaline will keep her awake by then. Putting on her hairband, she hesitated for a moment before she grabbed the pill bottle and exited the room.


The doors to all rooms were open. Hers was not the only one to, it seemed. She could see a blond haired woman ran deeper into the hallway from her peripheral view. Intruders have went inside, it seemed. From the sounds she heard, several fights already took place inside.

If that is the case, then..

She turned her back and headed outside. She didn't trust her new acquaintances yet, but their fighting powers were far superior than hers after all.

What worried her was the ship.

If their enemy was strong enough to beat the newly recruited villains, escape should be a priority. The oil rig was located in the middle of the sea. The ships were the only transportation method available that she knew of. If they were taken over, they wouldn't be able to escape if needed.

Her feet came to a halt.

Rested against the wall was someone white. Not clad in white, but covered in white fur. The figure suggested that she was a woman. A man was also with her. She saw him earlier on the ship, but she didn't know his name. The woman was unconscious. The guarding man seemed to be on alert. Lily took her eyes off them and looked over the corner.

The black armoured man was greeting a group of people she hadn't seen before. Could they be the intruder? She waited.
 


  • ~Center of The Residential Half~

    She looked up as she heard a man in a suit of armor call to her. She looked him up and down trying to size him up, in all reality he had as many weapons as she did. Luckily enough he didn’t seem to be rushing to use them. She took a good look into where she thought his eyes would be still not planning to remove her mask. In fact he seemed to be one of the few taking the diplomatic approach if what she was hearing was an indicator.
    Hell she expected this from Haze, maybe Iggy, but she did grab these idiots with STEALTH AND OBSERVATION in mind. She knew she should have just grabbed her crew, last time she listens to that dude. She always suspected he had a bone to pick with her. But alas she had a 6’1 metal tincan hunkering over her to handle first.
    “Naturally I know what’s going on, I’m the one that started it. Granted I don’t know why my idiots sound like they’re shooting up the place. I do apologize that it disturb your sleep next time we come knocking we’ll be sure to make sure people are awake rather than to make sure the leader’s well… I’m sure you understand.”
    She turned as she noticed the alarms going off. That was not supposed to happen yet, no one had gotten back yet. She felt her lips curl up in anger as she grated her teeth. Someone was messing with the system already, had they caught on to what they were looking for already? She’d expected they’d just go on attacking like the dunderheads they were proving to be.
    She turned back to the metal man intending to ask more about him but she hardly got the chance to before Aoi had already started to demand his name. She heard a thump as it seemed Aoi had flung whatever was in the sack hard onto the floor.
    “Oh you’re back fast. That wasn’t actually the signal it seems our friends here may have taken down the alarms.”
    She redirected her focus back to the man. Ignoring the tiny girl who had seemed to decide to take up an observational position.
    “I would like to know your name as well, though it’s rather curious to me though, why did you choose to simply ask? Is that how you usually get things done or am I a.. special case”


    Xel Xel (Pal) August August (Lunis) Damafaud Damafaud (Lilli)


 
The PaladinOil Rig - Residential Entrance​

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He stood a fair distance from the woman, knowing just how quickly you could close the gap he wanted to leave himself some wiggle-room. The way the woman just so blithely admitted to being the cause of the whole situation didn't do her any favors as far as his opinion went. But then to convolute matters she really did make it sound like she was related to these people in some way. He was about to respond when another woman came in, casually throwing some bag to the ground before demanding his name. The masked woman jumped in on that, also demanding his name. He held his hands up in a submissive gesture as he spoke quickly. "I'm just one of the new recruits, lot of new faces around so it's not easy figuring out who's who. Figured I'd be on the safe side so I don't end up shooting one of my allies in the back." As he spoke he lowered his hands, making sure his entire demeanor was as non-threatening as possible.

Normally this little song and dance would be performed in more appropriate attire, as it isn't easy making himself look harmless when he's decked out in armor and weapons. But hey, coming off as some clueless new recruit was still better than showing all the cards in his hand so he'd just take what he could get. The fact that his new partners didn't just jump at him at least supported the idea that he wasn't that big of a threat. "Name's Hawkeye by the way. So, if you started all this mind telling me what exactly is going on?" If these were enemy's they obviously wouldn't share their plan, nor would they let this little talk go on much longer. So one way or another he's getting the answers he want.
Oil Rig - Residential Entrance
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  • Hettaru

    The Halls | Hall #2


    Mana Potential


    ""You seem pretty convincing but how can you prove your one of us?" "​

    "How about the fact I still haven't attacked you after everything we've been through?" She answered. "If we really weren't allies, in a place like this where you hold the environmental advantage would you really hold back if you had an enemy that showed enough skill to pose an actual threat to your life?" She sighed, and then a pulse of red flashed across the back of her metal hands and slowly, but gradually metal transformed back to flesh.

    Hearing Bright's departure the sorceress said nothing for a few seconds instead choosing to watch the blonde suit return to her own allies. A 'hmph' of scoff came from the masked female with a hint of amusement. "I wouldn't mind that at all." Turning her attention back to the pale frail, Hettaru glanced towards the destruction around them and uttered another tired sigh. "It's always a pleasure to meet other mages, but..." she looked towards the damaged wall and the various holes in the ground coupled with a few signs of melting metal. "I would appreciate the help if you'd be kind enough to offer. Unless you have other things to do that is?" Then leaving the frail to make her decision, static buzzed and Hettaru began patching up the damage, all the while hoping that nothing else was as brutally destroyed.

    Even if she could feel the occasional trembles from the ground below.



    Interactioins: simj26 simj26 Daniel Reaving Daniel Reaving
    Mentions: N/A
 

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Faust Senade
Sever
Oil Rig - Hall 5
Interaction: BriiAngelic BriiAngelic Roxasarass Roxasarass Elenion Aura Elenion Aura
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Faust quickly fell asleep as soon as he arrived in his room. He wasn't concerned about being stabbed at the back; He was confident to run if it comes to that. He woke up early that day. He didn't do much at the warehouse or the ship after all. It was dead silent. Deciding against strolling around, he took out a ball of yarn and started to knit; It calmed his nerves, and it was a good practise for him.

The quiet morning was disturbed by a wailing alarm. Startled, Faust dropped the half finished glove from his lap. The door to his room opened. He wouldn't be able to finish the glove. With a sigh, he put the glove and needles back to a sidebag. He grabbed his coil of chain and fastened it against his shoulder. He ran out of his room, searching for what cause the disturbance. The door of the other rooms was also open. An emergency protocol, perhaps? He didn't think much of it as he ran through the hallway.

A frown appeared on his face as a familiar smell invaded his nose. Alcohol? He made another turn at the hall, and walked right into the source of the smell. The stench was the strongest around a scantily dressed girl who was laying on the hall. Isn't she cold? She slept soundly enough, so he leaned toward the answer no. Of the remaining two men... he didn't recognise both of them. It was mostly his fault for not really noticing anyone that he didn't know the power of. He wouldn't be allowed to do anything to them anyway.

"Um... who are you?" He asked both masked man and the long haired man.
 
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As Alan launched towards the ghostly figure he saw Prism go invisible and shift away, seeing her outline on his visor. He made a mental sigh as although he understood the girl's reason to escape if she stayed then Carbon would have landed the final blow most likely. Since that didn't happen Haze turned towards him just in time for her to disperse into the air, forcing Carbon to tumble on the ground and quickly into the wall. As he stood up her ghostly figured emerged in front of him, about two feet up above him. If he acted quick enough he could release a large burst of electricity directly on her and finish the fight, however, after hearing her question he thought he might entertain her a bit before butting heads again. Before he spoke he saw the large creature she had formed, now a bit smaller and only slightly taller than him now, recovered from his attack and walked up towards the two. That's when he stared up towards the hazing form and gave off his intimidating glare. "The heroes showed up, and all I did was kill the biggest threat to us." He said simply readying up an attack in his mind, in which the suit would act accordingly. After hearing her perverse comment, which at this point he wasn't sure if she was simply insane or serious, he gave a response back. "Hate to break it to you, but I don't give myself out so easily." He said as the ghostly form leaned in closer to her creature and spoke to it, hearing her words and seeing her grin as she spoke about Carbon.

Once again he made a mental sigh, although this time it actually slipped out before he could speak. "Even if you could take off my shield, I can easily generate another one. As for my suit well..." He said trailing, tapping a finger on his helmet. "Only I can materialize the suit, meaning it would take a lot more than punches or just throwing me around to take it off." He said as though he has explained this many times, which has indeed done. He then looked over at the creature, which she called Goliath, and then back at her. From the previous interaction, it was slow and simple-minded, meaning he could outmaneuver the thing. He decided to stall a bit longer and keep talking, readying up an attack of his own. "Now that you've asked the questions, I think it would only be fair if I were to ask one." He said letting time for his suit to recharge it's ambush jets, store up electricity, and let it predesign the plan in his mind to do physically. "Who are you and who sent you. This is a big breach and there are no reinforcements coming meaning you have others tying people up." He said as his suit's preparations were completed.

Interactions: Haze ( The Regal Rper The Regal Rper )
Mentions: Prism ( Lappi Lappi )​
 

Abigail "Abby" Vilheim (A.K.A. Prism)
Standing at 5'4" and weighing in at 120 LB, Prism is wearing her signature Kevlar outfit, her crimson red hair is hanging out of the sides and her titanium plague doctor mask has been knocked off from a previous assault. Prism's suit is disguising on it's own, and it shows off her physical features well, even in combat it makes her look exceptionally nimble. Prism's Mac-10 loaded with Hallow points has been longed emptied and dropped on the floor harmlessly. While her pistol stays inside of her jacket, her rifle is currently in laid next to her, Harmlessly. Her costume has many different vials, ammunition, and bombs on it, ready to be used at a moments notice. Her left eye often glows, a telltale sign of an implant.
Hallway #1 - New Anarchist 'Rig' IMG_20180201_210144.jpg Prism after sliding away was able to barely stand up. She did not get that far getting into her room and going through her stuff. Looking for those bomb cases she had laying across her work table. If she would need them, then it would be now. Prism ignores whats happening outside, working while she can physically ignore massive amount of pain she would be going through. Prism started to go through her gear... she needed to upgrade some time soon. Prism seeing no other alternatives decided that it would be best to run away from Haze, as she had no way to fight her. She was hopeless to win this. So Prism grabbed a small backpack filled with many substances and bombs... then ran away. weakly jogging through her door and observed the 2 talking. Picking up her rifle and SMG while they were distracted with each other. She ignored the words exchanged, fearing it would just distract her from her escape.

She wasn't gonna leave those antiques laying around, that .223 was priceless, call her greedy but she was not just gonna let some messed up sadist have it for her own use. After that Prism hugged the wall. Aiming to run past Carbon, and pick her mask up on the way out. She was useless in this fight and she knew it, she was too tired to do anything except go invisible. For now, escape was the best option, being captured by some New Anarchist phycho was the last thing in her plans. Prism went through her pockets in a rush, pulling out a small prism stone and even though it pained her; she threw the small gift to the other side of the hall. To try and distract the 2 conservationist, after which she just started running. Running as fast as her nimble; yet injured body would let her. Right past Haze and towards Carbon's side of the room.. Hoping to run past him and into the main hallway of the residential area. She limped but her slightly padded shoes gave her some concealment, or would if she wasn't grunting in pain as she ran from previous injury.
She was able to grapple with defeat, but to be captured was much worse. Besides, she would get back at Haze one way or another if she got the chance.
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Saint
The Halls | Hall #3​



One second he was free the next he was hitting the ground.

When skylight hit his eyes, Saint winced at the unexpected brightness and shifted his gaze downward while lifting himself to her from his position on the ground and as he did, one or two strands of his platinum blonde hair messy and sweaty- sticking every which way from being cooped up in that helmet for so long, lightly stuck to his forehead and only magnified the look of displeasure on his face. He was angry. Not at this un-welcomed guest but at this whole situation. It wasn't until he'd locked eyes with her and she with him that the anger, the fury expressed more in those emerald daggers people called eyes, subsided briefly and became replaced with...confusion. But more importantly, interest.

As they looked at each other, studied each other to be more precise. He her, and she him, he noticed how everything seemed to change as the seconds grew longer. How her hostile posture faded, how her balled fist and the muscles and undoubted power in them seemed to relax- and how her eyes honed in on him. Much like Beau's had not to long ago.

But this was different. He could tell, the feeling behind them was different. He just didn't get why her cheeks were florishing till--

"Whoa . . ." -narrowing his eyes, Saint was prepared for anything as he watched her eyes widen and her body language become unclear- "Y-You're actually kind of hot."​

Unprepared for such a statement, every muscle in Saint's face relaxed and his cautious expression was replaced with utter surprise. Unaware that his mouth was now just partially agape from the shocking compliment, Saint watched as his attacker...offered him back his mask...and gave him the freedom to pick himself up.

Befuddled to oblivion but not willing to pass up an opportunity to regain control Saint rose up from the cracked ground cautiously, caught himself when he felt dizziness settle in for one flash of a second then looking at Honeydew, the hero he knew only through papers and the times both Desmond and Zeus had shared talking about her blog- he stared at her, watched her avoid direct eye contact when he craned his neck suspiciously to the side to get a better look at her face with his mask still being offered to him...then in a state of growing suspicion and confusion he hesitantly but quickly, snatched his mask from her.

Licking his lips as Saint held the object in his hand, and ignored the beat of sweat that slide from his temple he waited for an explanation. And then one came. Although one that confused him even more because it wasn't an explanation at all. What did ratings have anything to do with this? Was she really not going to continue her assault because of his...looks? He glanced Beau's way, studied to see if he'd moved any further then all of a sudden a growing confusion built up in Saint as he stared from Beau to Honeydew then just looked at Honeydew. Frozen, despite the fact she'd given him permission to continue working out his issues with Beau.

Issues that he now realized following any further would lead to more damage as his eyes looked past the blonde miss in front of him to survey the damage around.

Turning his attention back to Honeydew, eyes shifting back in the direction of Beau, Saint wondered what it was about these two- two beings that clearly had the advantage on him in terms of natural physical strength and both had the opportunity to perform serious blows yet both had failed to deliver. It was weird. Because to him, if he'd been in their shoes- he wouldn't have hesitated for a second.

Looking back at Honeydew, Saint realized she was different than he'd pictured and from what his memory could remember. Beautiful? Sure, but looks were irrelevant to him. Never paid much heed in general for them on any gender and still didn't feel a thing even looking at her now aside from noting some of the noticeable qualities in her physique. A little shorter, perhaps. But this? The way she'd froze and looked at him? The brief and short redness that touched her cheeks kinda like the flushed look of a drunk he knew was around here, somewhere? Absolutely surprising. And also a little disappointing. It made his eyes narrow and squint as he stared at her, like he needed his glasses even though he was near-sighted not far-sighted and made him wonder if this was the same person he'd read about in the papers, that was standing in front of him now. He didn't know much about her outside of the bits and pieces he'd heard Desmond and Zeus discuss all those months back when the two would visit the kid. All he knew was that she was giving him a window of opportunity to continue his fight, and as he stood there- pondering his options it was but a minute before he came to a conclusion.

"No." Saint said, bright green eyes no longer filled with anger but a hint of confusion. "I think", he looked back at Beau and let his words trail off to silence as the face of that horrid man no longer flickered into mind to warp Beau's features. "I think I'm done here..." he said with finality. But he didn't move, he just looked at Beau...the coldness in his eyes returning as if they'd never left, then taking a deep breath as his shoulders rose with it then sagged as he exhaled, Saint let out all the frustration with one long breathe then turned his attention away from Beau without a second thought- alert in case he tried anything.

"Honeydew, if I recall your alias right?" He didn't wait for a response, "....Thanks for...returning my mask and interrupting this fight..." His eyes narrowed just a bit and his lips pressed into a thin line as if he wanted to say more but didn't. Instead those emerald daggers focused a neutral stare held a strange intensity at her. "You know", he paused for a second as if wondering if this was the right time to offer a compliment of his own, "routine or not you look wonderful to me." She was a weird one, but so was Beau. There was nothing about him that should've deserved such hesitance and restraint. Looks or not. If she'd restrained him, perhaps he could've let the mistake slide but she'd left herself open...and it bugged him just as much as Beau's tone of voice at the mention of his name had. But he wasn't going to point it out. He'd keep it in mind for another time.

"Oh", he added pausing in his retreat away from her to move back, " thanks for not bashing my face in." When he said that, he offered a wry smile, a pat on the shoulder- then glancing Beau's way one more time, eyes narrowing with caution Saint made his way towards the edge of the pit to begin climbing. Leaving the two alone to do whatever they had to do. But keeping his eyes on one or the other in case any of them get smart ideas.



Interactions: August August (Honeydew)

Mentions: Elenion Aura Elenion Aura (Beau) BriiAngelic BriiAngelic (Omni, Rally)
 
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Retsu cracked open an eye and quickly found Silver in her sights again. She slid her way up the wall 'til she was on her feet. The sword in its sheath waxed impatient at her side. A fresh rosiness colored her cheek, but her sharp, almost predatory eye told a different story.

"I see what yer doin'," she paused, appraising him like she were a collector and he a rare bauble, "Yer lookin' to stretch yer legs!" Retsu exclaimed, stretching her arms high above her head. The stretch turned into a yawn, and when it ended, she dried her sleepy eyes on her wrist. "Think I'll join ya. Where we goin'?" Before she got her answer, another presence required her attention.

Another boy. "Yo!" She saluted half-heartedly. Introductions were getting old. Truthfully, things here were starting to get stale. It was time for a change. One way or another, things were gonna start moving along if she had anything to say about it. "We're 'bout to take a lil' stroll. Wanna join?"

Turning her attentions momentarily back to Silver, Retsu offered little in the way of an apology for inviting herself along for the trip. "Y'know, yer a nice guy and all. It just don't seem wise ta let a nice guy like ya walk all over the place all by yerself." I'm keeping an eye on you.

Back to the newcomer - Retsu thought this was starting to feel like ping-pong: back-and-forth-and-back-and-forth-and - she winked, "Ya can call me Hanzo, or Retsu. Makes no difference to me." Some people believe there is power in a name. Retsu wasn't one of those people. "Wadda ya want us to call ya, eh?"

When the whole rig rocked with the force of a heavy blow to the structure itself, Retsu kept her feet without much issue. Whistling as the metal walls groaned in protest and response, she wondered to herself who or what could've caused it. Somehow, she imagined she'd eventually find out. They seem strong, she mused; the thought excited her. But, for now, she was content to follow behind Silver and the rag-tag group that had begun to form. This is where the fun begins.






 
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Isla

Isla smirked slightly at her words and responded. "If I can convince my enemy my loyalties lie with them yes." She said an evil smirk slipping across her face before she giggled. Being asked to help Isla's face lit up. Sprinting over to the girl she forced hug. "Id love yo help!! As long as I get any of the dead bodies that come out of this!" She said almost child like as if any bodies she would get where child's toys. Turning back to the massive beast of an undead warrior Isla molded her lips a certain way before blowing hard and quick, a high pitched sort of mystic sounding whistle snapped out from her mouth and instantly the being responded and made his way over to Isla and the foe now friend. Reeling back quickly to face the girl Isla sent her a sort of innocent yet dead smile. "Im Isla!!" She said excitedly before she grabbed the other girls hand. "Now introductions out of the way lets go kick some ass!" She said excitedly to her. Isla was excited to have a new ally especially someone so.... destructive. She did hope one day Isla and the girl could destroy some heroes together. It would be fun to say the least
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Clara Knapp (A.K.A. Apex)Hallway #3 - N.A. 'Rig' ApexEdit 2 W Grunge.pngClara was exhausted after getting back onto the boat. It was a real shit-fest and she just wanted some sleep after that. There was still stuff that needed to be done, the rooms in this place were just plain terrible for Apex's standards. The women dropped her bag on the twin sized bed and started to get to work, stacking books and such on her shelves. After a good 2 hours of organizing and setting up in them middle of the night Apex got to bed, only catching a few hours of sleep.
It was worth it for the decorated room, with tons of small decorative features, and a good 20 books stacked on different tables and shelves. With a large dream catcher above her bed; then kept the different spear heads for her tail stored in a trunk under her bed. They are metal, and well cared for. With not a spot of blood on them despite the apparent use.
Apex cherished those few hours of sleep she got because the alarm soon woke her up and Apex was mad. It took every bone in her body to avoid just cutting the speaker in half with her tail; since she was up, Clara grabbed her clothes and put them on. Just enough for the morning and started to think with the morning fog clearing up.
'It has to be a intruder of some sort, they wouldn't just blare these for no reason'
The claw equipped gal strolled over to the door, being just slightly later to the part than the rest, and watched the spectacle unfold. Starting with some guy in a suit getting stabbed. It was quite the treat, the alarms stopped too. After a while Apex started to look closer, was tha- is that Omni? She just got thrown across the room about 20 feet away from some other savory figures. Now this she had to capatalize on but first. A little internal rant.
'Are you fucking serious!? Why does it seem like she appears every job I go on!!!'
Apex took a second to collect herself, before having a hilarious idea. Call it payback for fucking up that last job. With a devilish grin and a sly stance Apex started to creep over to the chaos. Slowly approaching Omni from her flank, watching her get thrown around like a ragdoll was just comedy gold. But mocking her for it was was all the more sweeter. Once she got close enough she approached and gave her a little tap on the shoulder with her claw.
"Good to see you again, that was an amazing pose. Question, are all Omni's that aerodynamic? I need to get myself one."
Apex couldn't stop snickering afterwords. Feeling so happy with herself afterwards. Apex wasn't a complete asshole and extended a hand out to help her up, it was the polite thing to do for your fellow merc; Or it was to Apex at the very least. There was simply no point in making enemies when she has barely started to work here. Especially with someone she knows is good at what she does.
"So what brought little you to this hive of insanity and drama? I honestly thought I was the only experienced mercenary here."
'still am :P'
Apex awaited a response with a smile and a friendly look, ready to play around or talk with Omni as she saw fit. She saw Omni as a rarely cherished thing around here; an equal, and a sane equal at that. Someone who actually knew what was happening and what they were doing, the perfect person to out preform.


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    Omni didn’t know what was more embarrassing being treated like she couldn’t handle herself or having been tossed around like a ragdoll for the third time in less than 24 hours. That did it as soon as she had some damn fucking peace she was not only hitting the kitchen but training right after. Granted that probably meant she needed to grab another person with human limits to train with… Anyways that was a problem for another day!
    She had nearly jumped outta her skin as she felt a claw tap her shoulder. She rolled over and immediately scooted back glancing franticly for who touched her. She could feel her whole body sink down as she set eyes on the tall brunette that had been looming above her.
    “Oh shit what, you’re here too Ajax? What the hell? Where were you when we had to fight the fuckers in the warehouse then? You were just late weren’t you… Typical Skelly.”
    Omni brought herself to a stand brushing off her suit, as she processed the girls words. She felt her face flush not sure if she was more embarrassed that the thorny rival had managed to see her getting passed over so easily or more upset at herself for getting so pathetic without her family’s backing. Usually she did well at solo missions but this was just the fucking cherry on the cake.
    “Omni’s are always aerodynamic, I’ll have you know that I had entirely planned for that.”
    She really didn’t care if Apex would be able to tell she was lying through her teeth there was no way she was admitting to having the entire situation be outta her hands. She raised herself with grace for a moment completely forgetting about the fight she’d been thrown from.
    “You can be a lowly merc all you want as I continue to rule the assassination and info gathering scene.”
    Omni’s voice had taken on a playful tone as she crossed her arms over her chest eyeing the girl down even as she had to look up to see the ridiculous giant mutant. If she had to name what exactly it was that brought out this territorial need to one up the girl she’d never be able to. Usually when someone crossed her path and fucked up her mission she killed them, no if ands or buts. There was no room for it in a dog eat dog world. She completed missions she got to eat, but the joy of this back and forth had been far more worth it. She had her grin grow even more as she looked her up and down.
    “I see you still having quite mastered the art of getting dressed. I wonder if those claws of yours are still as sharp. So what stakes this time...”
    Before she could continue she saw, or more specifically couldn’t see, what an absolute clusterfuck that was Beau’s fight was becoming. Seemed some woman had joined in from the shouting and from this point Omni had absolutely no idea just what the hell was happening. There was metal in the way where metal definitely hadn’t been before and she really didn’t know how to react to that.
    “You as interested in that as I am?”


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Clara Knapp (A.K.A. Apex)Hallway #3 - N.A. 'Rig'ApexEdit 2 W Grunge.png Apex had a small smirk on her face as Omni continued to get embarrassed. Of course, that faded as the conversation went on but it was still hilarious to no end. The tailed mutant listened closely only responding when necessary. Apex stood up straight with Omni once she stood up, standing a good 4 inches taller than her skin-suit toting rival; with her tail giving her an extra 4 feet to add to that length.

As Omni started to talk, Apex thought more and more about why they haven't killed eeach other yet. Apex could not honestly really name why she wanted to go back and forth with Omni, but she liked Omni because they are never really put against each other; No need to kill someone who doesn't need to be killed AND happened to be someone she liked.

Apex stood tall in an intimidating stance, with her tail bending around the ground like a snake. Following her body movements slowly; yet methodically. Yet to those who knew her for even a few seconds knew that this was her natural stance. Many humans slouched while standing; not Apex. Besides that Apex was trying to internalize what she was hearing. Taking in every word for it's full value. Watching Omni's every breath with a certain kind of interest.

Apex didn't interrupt her, she instead opting to smile at her jabs; finding them hilarious to listen to. Apex always had to think about that one nickname... Skelly? She barely looked like a skeleton, right? It kind of bothered her but it was a good nickname.
After some self reflection Apex had nearly the same thoughts that Omni was about this whole situation... right? The mercenary world is a rough one, and believe it or not, we as a collective are CONSTANTLY trying to kill each other. It's amazing how we get anything done actually, but funnily enough, the 2 have yet to actually really try to kill the other...
'well.... scratch that second time, I did kinda try to bite her throat out that one time; good times :closed eyes open smile:'
Apex was going to start finally responding when she saw Omni looking over. To that cluster-fuck of a fight. It seemed like some half nude fist fighter was jumping in as well. Apex had no idea how to react at this point so with a quick nod and a few words responded, with some confusion. Not before getting a mischievous idea.
"How do you react to that? You really can't, the whole thing is dumb. I can go either way though, I always like seeing a good fight."
Apex starts to slowly move her tail closer to Omni's leg while she spoke, eventually using it to slowly crawling up her leg in a serpentine esq fashion. Hoping to get a funny prank off to pass the time. Apex keeps a very straight face too, not even giving off a bit of wrong doing.


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Ezekiel Locke
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System Online. Don't forget to breathe. . .

















Zeke never thought he'd meet a fellow geek in a place like this. So when the girl - he assumed; it was hard to tell behind all of the apparatus - asked him about the tech in his forearm he was about ready to go off. He had a tendency to talk too much about things that excited him. Even in spite of all that was happening, this boy was gearing up to talk for figurative eons about the junk he'd scraped together to make some of the most ingenious innovations this half of the millennium.

Then he got interrupted.

"Have you met my bro, Zeke?"

Sonuva-- "Heeeey,--- you." Ah, that's some blood. Blue, standby. We've got a crazy on our hands. Ignoring Tesla in favor of the bloodstained monster for some reason (probably because he was afraid of what she'd do if he didn't give her the time of day), Zeke, in his almost infinite wisdom, thought it prudent to comment on her appearance. "You've got, uh, nice... gloves?" What the hell, man? That guy, cold. Villains do as villains do.






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