Fantasy Superhero Times

[ManofManyRoles]

Velocity

It looked like she wasn't alone, some dude in a fancy suit of armor showed up. GOD he was big, she felt like a dwarf near him! Well scientifically speaking she classified as a dwarf, though she didn't have dwarfism. Biology was weird, that's why she studied it. She suspected her growth hormone production had halted a lot earlier than it should have, but her bodies proportions were correct, which meant she didn't really register as a dwarf in all truth. Rushing over to his side in a blurring trail of blue, Velocity came to a halt next to him, continuing to steadily bounce on her feet. "So you're helping with the protest too? Nice to have you along, I'm Velocity." Her attention shifted to the shifting crowd of protestors, which always gave her an odd mixture of feelings. A lot of these people were just scared and worried about the future, supers didn't really present an even playing field to life as it stood. And then there were the overly zealous who made her father look super duper liberal, and he was one of the most conservative guys she knew. She wanted to try to sympathize with those people, but it was really hard. She could sympathize with the half that were just worried not too hard, it was a perspective she could understand.

Her eyes went to scanning the rooftops, and her heart may as well skipped a beat. Wait, was that Elementa? THE Elementa? And she was beckoning her over! Stay cool, stay cool, stay cool! This was alright, she was just being called over by THE top hero in the states. No biggie, super duper chill moment! "I'll be right back." With that simple comment she kicked into a higher gear, simply 'appearing' ontop of the rooftop beside Elementa in the span of an blink of the eye. "Elementa huh? I think I've heard of you..." God dammit not THAT cool, everyone knew of Elementa. It's not like she lived under a rock! "I'm Velocity, B class. I get the kid comment a lot I'm just fun-sized." Her attention drifted to the protest, giving a small shrug. "I was an east coast hero for a while before I moved, so I understand not knowing about me. The protest honestly doesn't bother me too much. It's an uncertain time, and people are scared, worried for the future. All we can do is show that we're not here to hurt or scare anyone. It may not help, it may never help. But the alternative is just not cooperating and creating even more stigma. I can't really speak for the overly Zealous people, I'm not sure about their perspective. But they're nothing new, right? We had this problem for minorities. We had this problem with homosexuality. We had this problem with immigrants, and just about everything that wasn't the 'norm'. It's a staple of people to freak out and try to ostracize. But they got less and less prominent over the years. It's not an over night fix, we just have to prove them wrong. Won't bother me too much."

Honestly, two out of those three previously listed zealot types applied directly to her. Sure she could hide her orientation in a closet, but the whole Irish thing was hard to hide. You didn't get more potato than the Moon clan in all honesty. At the request for help, she gave a small salute. "Oh, that? Easy peasy, give me a second or two. Maybe five. Y'know what, time me!" And with that she was gone yet again, 'blinking' out of sight. She didn't want to be gone for long, so she may have been going a bit faster than usual. Newspapers blew up in a gust and a car or two rattled as the strong gust of wind followed her. It took about 4.5 seconds for her to set up an entire array of barriers, she just had to prioritize areas the police weren't already working on. Running past one of the officers caused his hat to blow away, so she went back and placed it in his hands.

By the time Elementa had reached the other rooftop Velocity had arrived in time with her, dusting her hands off. "Array of barriers set up. Took me less than five seconds I think. I just had to figure what the police hadn't gotten too yet, and then handle it myself. Anything else I can do for you?"
Kameron Esters- Deathkitten

 

[ManofManyRoles]

Azroch, Archdemon lord of War and Bloodshed...ordering a small black coffee.

Azorch gave Shard a rather neutral look, fingers tapping on the counter. "Still serving pastries and mocha lattes. How interesting. Come now, kicking puppies and popping orphans balloons is below me. No, I'm here for other things. Careful with that tongue of yours Shardaken. Blood magic or not, it'd be a shame if it happened to go missing. However would you lick Seiva's boots if you didn't have it? I came here as a customer, do you speak to all of them this way? Will I be your first bad review for this otherwise perfect little bakery?" His eyes narrowed a bit, voice deep as every and impatient as usual. "Apparently your wife and mother got resurrected. Souls those powerful and those old don't just come back to life. I decided I'd come see what all the buzz was about in regards to that. I'd like to speak to you and Seiva. And of course, buy three of those cakes you named after her. And a small black coffee." As large as Shard's Seiva Cakes were, Azrochs true form was much much larger than his human disguise. It was very feasible that eating those three cakes would be no more than a light snack for him. "Now then. Are you going to help a customer, or am I going to have to leave her disappointed?"

Cam E. Leon Deathkitten

 

[Kameron Esters-]

AXIOM

"Understood, Elementa. Redirecting the flow of traffic now." Axiom stood to the side of the road and with his powers made an electric arrow outline to direct the protest where they should be going to clear the road for other on-coming vehicles. "This way, please! We need to make way for the drivers!" Axiom felt...Irked to say the least as he watched the crowed . He knew people who felt this sort of way about the Empowered. And despite how they feel about them....He couldn't bring himself to hate them. Nor pity them. For he knew why these protestors felt and believe the way they do. He ought to know for he and many others like him had to fight what these people fear everyday. Part of this belief is warranted but most of it he would never condone. Not for any one. Empowered or not. Even so, as he looked at the signs, he began hearing and seeing things in his head. Fire. The cries of the tormented. The eyes of hatred. The wayward ashes. The cackling of madness. The darkened heavens. The pain of the heart... "TAKE THIS CURSE AWAY FROM MEEEEEE! Let me live or let me die! I don't care! PLEASE...! ....No more...! Do you hear me...? NO MOOOORRR-AAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!" Then the ligtning strike against the heavens....Axiom's chest began to ache and turn with anger but thoughts were interrupted by Velocity as she greeted him. Axiom couldn't help but smile at the young speedster "A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Velocity! I'm Axiom. It's great to have you around."​

Deathkitten ManofManyRoles

 

[ManofManyRoles]

Natalie Brenton

Another fine rainy day to look forward to it seemed. Rolling out of bed with a yawn she stretched a bit, rubbing her eyes. Taking a nice hot shower and dressing in her usual attire she stared at herself in the mirror, brushing her hair. She had to go meet with that O.A runner today thanks to Darrens bastard of a father's tip. How would she go about it though? Going in as Soulflare wouldn't work, her murdering Finis had wound up on the news and they'd just run off, and she doubted anyone would break as easy as that poor kid had. Something more stealthy would have to be the trick. Perhaps...yes, that would work.

Natalie left her bedroom and went across the hall to Darrens, unceremoniously opening it up and heading inside. "Wakey wakey eggs and bakey love. I need your help this morning." She stopped at his bedside, resting a fist on her hip as she looked down at him. He was cute when he slept. Oh well, time to wake him up. Carefully reaching down she yanked the comforter back off of him. It brought back memories, one of the orderlies at her orphanage had to wake her up like this more than once. "C'mon sleeping beauty, heroes don't get to sleep in."

Deathkitten

 

[ManofManyRoles]

Morgan Adler and Detective Marshall

Yesterday had proven to be quite fruitful for her, in many regards. She had managed to speak with Dr. Beaufort and her 'daughter' for a time, and even met one of the only existing A.I's in the world. Both conversations had proven to be insightful, and it was enlightening to speak with Mia especially. She had taken the young 'girl' home and had enamored her father to her to an extent. It had been a careful game of knowledgable conversation and feigning bits of ignorance. Coming home also gave her some insight into what her agents had discovered. Apparently, resurrections weren't all connected, not by the same party at least. The three resurrected heroes appeared to have been from an other-dimensional benefactor, while others in the city were most certainly caused by the O.A. Of course, such discovery came with the loss of life of some of her agents. Regrettable, but their sacrifice was not in vain. She had a face to one of the O.A, an Ezekiel woman. Said woman had gone missing at one point, only to come back now? Quite interesting.

Field agents could be replaced and put back on the trail of course, but she had more to focus on right now. The demon they had met yesterday left her with a sigil, and research revealed it to be the sigil of Raum, a demon lord long thought to be dead. The lord of secrets and lies. That could be...an inconvenience eventually, she'd have to speak to him for an arrangement. She couldn't have him spreading what he may know about her, of course. Morgan sat in her usual chair at a table, wrapped in a fluffy white towel and hair a bit of a mess. She didn't really care at the moment, Dietrich would likely take the initiative and brush it for her. She drummed her fingers on the table in thought, staring at her computer. "I'm going to have to summon Raum today, you know. I'd ask you kindly to not cause conflict. You may leave the room if it is necessary at one point." She folded one leg over the other, grabbing her phone and adjusting a few settings to make a very truly 'anonymous' phone call. There was one hero in this city who specialized in the other worldly it seemed, why not give him a call? But first, a quick message. She needed to acquisition a piece of equipment. Keeping her settings she took a few moments to break security and firewalls, before leaving a very simple message.

Alexandria Norman

me

I'd like to meet you for coffee. Thirty minutes from now, off the main street in Starbucks there. Don't be late, I'd like to hold a discussion with you.

----

His shoulder hurt like hell, and Sylvia was far from pleased about it. However, things honestly could have gone a lot worse for him, a bullet to the shoulder wasn't so bad all things considered. Adam was in his study as always, the door overly locked to prevent anyone from coming in. He was supposed to get a reward this evening, not that he needed it. He just did the right thing, there wasn't a need for fanfare about it. His phone buzzed, earning a soft hum from him. There was no caller I.D which was weird, but not too weird given his profession.

"Go for Adam Marshall."

A voice came in from the other end, heavily masked and distorted. "Greetings detective. I will keep this brief. As you are aware, there have been ressurections in the city as of late. Not all of them are interconnected. The three heroes from the crater, for instance. They are brought to life by an other-dimensional entity. I am of the understanding you have an expertise in this?"

Well there was sketchy, and then there was this. However, information was information. He always went with his gut, and his gut was saying to keep listening. "Possibly. What about it?"

"I am informing you of this, because I want to help. You needn't be concerned for who I am. You have two hours to look into this, and then leave a message here. We're on the same side, detective. No one will answer this line, but your message will be received. I wish you the best of luck."

Before he could respond the call was gone, leaving him alone. He heaved a small sigh, standing upright and grabbing chalk from his desk, starting to sketch Elder Signs into the floor of his office. Fifteen to a layer, five layers each in a massive circle. If he wanted information on this sort of thing, Daoloth was his best bet. Usually summoning him was a fools errand because people went incurably insane seeing him, but that wasn't a problem for him. Daoloth being around too long and breaking past the elder signs and starting to grow to an unprecedented size? That was a concern, he'd have to keep this brief. Stepping back from the circle his eyes began to glow an ethereal blue. Daoloth, I need to have a chat if you would be so kind. I left you a nice little space in my office.

Deathkitten Kyrenka Osuka

 

[Deathkitten]

Darren​

Buried under blankets face down in the hotel bed, the last thing Darren wanted to do was wake up and start the day. It was too damned early for it. He was still barely awake, mostly asleep, as he muttered at Natalie in barely understandably, “Sisssss, dwi ddim eisiau codi.” She called her sis, but hardly even noticed it as he groaned and turned away from her, faffing his hand in her direction, then trying fruitlessly to grab at the comforter that she had yoinked off. It was rainy out, and the bed was cozy, and ughhhhh he did not wanna get up.

He let out a tiny huff of frustration and flopped over onto his back, looking up at her with his striking eyes in mild annoyance, accent unhidden, "You're lucky I'm a weirdo that likes to sleep in clothes. Though knowing you, even if my pecker was front and center you'd probably not even batt an eye or think twice about it, pseudo-nun that you are... Actually, I take that back. You'd make an absolutely terrifying nun... Why the hell are we up this early? I'm pretty sure crime happens no matter the hour, so being up early isn't a necessity. There are even heroes that work only at night!"

Darren groaned loudly as he sat up and plopped his hands into his lap, "What do you need my help with? I'm useless... though I guess I do have a couple of tools now..."

ManofManyRoles

 

[LostHaven]

Jeremiah Lloyd

War Hawker, Underground Warehouse | "No, sadly, chainsaw guns are not real."​

Jeremiah wanted to facepalm. Despite this, he still smiled on, expending practically all of his willpower in order to maintain his guise of 'professionalism'. "Unfortunately, I don't have a gun with a chainsaw bayonet attached. If you'd like, I can have one custom made but do keep in mind that attaching a chainsaw onto the end of an assault rifle is far too heavy and impractical. I would not mind if it were for the sake of collecting, but if you were after a flashy bayonet, I could get you a particle-blade attachment instead."

The merchant watched, still with a pokerface as Wildcard started prancing around the warehouse like an excited child in a Chuck E.Cheese's playground. "Do be careful, if you damage any merchandise, money might be the least of your problems - at least half the things here can blow the entire warehouse sky-high if something were to go awry," Jeremiah suggested calmly as he followed behind Wildcard. "No, you do not get a discount, even if you fall to your knees and beg. I am already selling wares to you, close to their manufacture price - any cheaper and I can kiss any profits goodbye. I need to pay my own expenses, Get-Out-of-Jail-Free-Card." Hands tucked behind his back, Jeremiah allowed a moment of silence as he glanced around the warehouse, deciding how he would go about touring the mercenary around the new wares. "Then, I shall bring you to the explosives first. Ah - and if you were serious about the Astra-900, I do believe I have one collecting dust somewhere. Belongs in a museum, I'd say - old firearms like those are practically relics. Hardly dents a pesky bulletproof vest nowadays, I'd guess." Jeremiah handed Wildcard a tablet before taking the lead. "If you take an interest in anything as we walk, feel free to note it down."
ManofManyRoles

 

[Deathkitten]

Dantalion​

Greeeeeat. His contract was null right now. Technically, it wasn't fully canceled. If her father got his title back it would resume as though time hadn't passed. That did make things infinitely more difficult, however. She furrowed her brow and bit the tip of her thumb in thought, staring at Oriax as though she was trying to come up with some sort of solution.

"Well... I do want to find Father... though my eyes still feel new to me, I can try my best to use my mother's gift to find him. Besides, poor Oriax would love to have pay once again I'm sure," she grumbled, mostly to herself in an attempt to hype herself up for the task at hand. It was going to be taxing, and possibly even a little painful. She was resigned to the headache that would come, however unpleasant it was.

She breathed out a long sigh and smiled at Oriax, taking his cheeks in her hands as she looked into him and did her best to find that little thread that made up the deal. If only she knew her mother better. If she got some real teaching on such things, she could be of more use. Dantalion touched his chest lightly and pulled away. Where her hand moved illuminated a thin strand of silky material that glowed with a dull red hue. Her eyes scrunched up a little, already feeling discomfort even from such a small thing. She really was useless, wasn't she...

"Alright... is this enough to go off of? I'll keep it up as long as necessary."

ManofManyRoles LostHaven

 

[Deathkitten]

I have no name​

No name.
No past.
Only a purpose.

She had no memories of anything before, for she did not exist until now. For a fleeting moment, she felt the embrace of her father, but even that too disappeared into the ether. A new creation. A strange amalgam of old and new. A spirit of vengeance in a form that could more easily move among the people. No host. Was she complete this way? Was this the way father meant to make her? A far calmer version than her brothers and sisters, but weaker, newer. Why was she not made alongside them? She knew of them, of the other spirits, as an intrinsic fact. Like gravity to the earth. They existed, they came first, and they were her elders. She had a feeling she should work towards finding one of them, someone who could guide her.

For now, though, she had no clue where she was nor anything around her. She knew it was Earth, the same way she would know if it were Heaven or Hell. She did not know the nations, nor the continents, but she knew the plane. The realm. She would do as any of her kind would do, especially without a host nor guide to give her direction. Her purpose was to root out evil and punish it.

Flames like an oil slick, undecided in color and form, washed over her body. It looked as though her eyes bore fire inside them, and in a flash of light, she was wearing clothing. Others wore this stuff, so she knew it would do best to mimic them. Sweater, button-up, tie, dark jean pants. That was her summary of those who walked by the building she was stood on top of, looking down from it like a little nude bird. With average clothing summarized, she wore it on her body after the flames left her to sizzle in the rain.

There was a prophet shouting nearby. A street performer? Homeless? Believer? Whatever he was, he was loud, and it caught her attention.

The little nameless kid, looking like she stepped out of a hoity high school, stepped off of the edge of the building to land with a small splash in the shallow puddles of water near the prophet man. Some were shocked by her fall, concerned, horrified, but as she landed without issue and walked along, that curiosity faded. Damned powered youths, or whathaveyou. She had no reason to fear heights, nothing to base it on, either. Gravity was no concern to her. Nor were the cars in the street, but lucky for drivers, she did not stray into the road quite yet.

She stood in front of the man, unblinking, and watched him.

ManofManyRoles

 

[Cam E. Leon]

Sophia paused..... before slowly letting go of James. "I have taken the liberty of washing the clothes you did not wear to sleep. "she said presenting them neatly folded to James. "please Change. IN the meantime. I will ascertain the Latitude longitude and altitude of the Cruise ship in question and prepare for a reality shift. Please proceed to wake thyris." she said before vanishing from james sight. In truth. SHe had simply teleported to the place with the best view of the earth. Space. Putting he hands together making a box with her fingers. she focused on the pacifc ocean close to california looking for the cruise ship. It didn't take it long to find. But the challenge was determining if this worlds latitude and longitude had differed.

Thyris yawned awake in her large hammock. Looking at the scarlet sunrise lightning the ocean up beautifully. She Looked down into her arms. to still see Sato clinging to her. curled up as close as she can. Part of thyris wanted to let her sleep like this as much as she wanted. "Sato honey. Its morning. Come on. Up and at em. Sophias probably made breakfast by now. Ill brush your hair and help you in the shower. So get up" she calmly said into Satos ear while gently shaking her a bit. "Dont make me activate my ultimate weapon agaisnt you" thyris said with a childish grin.

ManofManyRoles

 

[ManofManyRoles]

Melita Demas
Melita listened passively as Oriax explained his contract before she gave her own thoughts. "Raum is skilled with his contract, in this case, it would seem." She pulled her scythe out from behind herself, only for it to snap out of existence. "I am quite apt at tracking, Oriax." She was silent as Dantalion did her work, only offering a simple nod to her as she offered up a trail to follow. "It will suffice. You will have to keep it present at all times. It should not take me long to locate Raum. We both have our reasons to be expeditions in this endeavor. I will need to appear presentable to walk through the streets. One moment, if you would." Calmly pulling her hood down to reveal a rather attractive pale face with snow-white hair that most certainly had not been beneath the hood a moment ago. Running a hand over her body, the reaper robes changed into a simple black dress, a small skull hairpin appearing in her hair. "We can proceed now. You will need to get dressed, Dantalion."

Deathkitten LostHaven​

 

[Cam E. Leon]

Arenike.

Arenike looked around dazed before her eyes went wide grabbing corvus Hand licking the blood off the wound as if it was the only thing in her life. Slowly. color returned to her Face as her flesh unwrinkled and revealed the form of a young blonde girl. Letting go of her hand panting some as her eyes were in a daze. She looked up. and muttered. "Arenike.... Is my name" before going back the blood. not stopping until her body looked as healthy as ever. Her form that of a young Lady. The clothes she was wearing a very aged set of Adidas Track suit. This truly was. Arenike. A vampire queen. And to anyone who knew Vampire history. They would instantly deny that claim. "Thank you.... for feeding me." she said before biting down on Corvus hands. the bit had some strength behind it now. But it still did not pierce the flesh. Instead. Corvus wound had healed. "Please .. give me a moment..... I have been asleep.... For a long time it seems. Plague Doctor... What year is it. It is strange... to see someone of your profession" she Said as she was still a bit dizzy and sat down on a chair in the storage crate.

ManofManyRoles

 

[ManofManyRoles]

Oh come on, that one wasn't even CLEVER!

Wildcard froze in place, considering the option. "I'll take a particle blade attachment! That sounds fun, and super science fiction. Two of my favorite things!" At the comment over blowing up, Wildcard wrapped an arm around Jeremiah, waving his free hand in a dismissive manner. "Awww, don't worry so much. I won't die! But you might! But but but, Death is suuuuper hot. No touching though!" It was hard to discern when Wildcard was being honest, and he was being outright insane. This was just another proven example of the fact. "Alright alright, no discount. I do actually want that Astra though, I think it'd be neat to collect old guns like that! It might not pierce a bulletproof vest, but it'll still pierce someone's skull right? Plus a little after market modification and it's as good as anything on the market!"

Taking the tablet he started to follow Jeremiah dutifully, already starting to scribble on the notepad. Granted, it was a crude drawing of Wildcard with an arm full of guns and TnT stacked high like a looney tunes bit. "Be honest with me Jeremiah, how much C4 do you think it'd take to destablize a cities economic structure and flow of traffic? I have this one guy in Norway who's super interested in the idea, but he doesn't know the numbers."

LostHaven

 

[ManofManyRoles]

Natalie Brenton

Awww he was mumbling into the pillow, how cute. Being called sis didn't seem to faze her, why would it? She'd been a sister to so many people who weren't blood-related to her, if he wanted to call her sis, be it away or sleeping, so be it. "What, do most people not sleep in clothes? I sleep in a cozy little t-shirt and pj pants." She tilted her head, a thoughtful look on her face. "Gonna be honest with you love, never seen one up close. That's a curveball I haven't had to deal with before. And nah, I'd make a god awful nun." She took a seat on the bed, crossing a leg and leaning back, arms propping her up. "Remember how your father gave us that O.A tip? That's this morning. Now, I can't go in there cleaning house, we wouldn't get information. Plus they know soulflare ate Finis soul so that's out of the options. Buuuut...I do have this cute little MacAlasdair friend of mine who could put on a suit and tie and help out?"

She looked over at him, a playful twinkle in her eye as always. "I need you to help me go undercover. They're expecting your father, if I go alone I'd spook them off. I need you to play a role and get them to start talking. Say your father managed to convince you to help and go in his stead or something. I'll come as the help or something. Just say you've got a thing for punk looking girls or something, because I will actually commit crime on a grand scale if I have to look 'formal'. Help a girl out, would ya?"

Deathkitten

 

[ManofManyRoles]

GREAT TORMENT AWAITS US ALL!
A sizeable crowd had started to gather around a man who could simply be heard ranting and raving, though many more people made a wide berth from him and the crowd. "I have seen it, brothers and sisters! Suffering beyond imagination! The Occard Alliance is just the tip of an iceberg! There will be much weeping and suffering, and the streets will run red with blood! Our blood, their blood! The tears of fathers, mothers, and children's will mingle with the blood, and such horrible pain is what we will all endure!" Thee man's soul was pretty average, but the sins...simply had no rhyme or reason. He was undeniably unhinged. Lights on, no one was home. But he spoke with such convictions and fiery truth, one couldn't help but get listen and enraptured by him. He wore somewhat professional clothing, though they were disheveled as if he had slept in them in the streets.

His eyes landed on the girl, eyes going wide. "Behold! An example of what shall come for us! This young girl is the herald of dark times! We will not rest easy, our suffering begins anew!" He snatched the girl out of the crowd, inches from her face and staring into her eyes. And in those eyes were unbearable madness, and unbearable truth. A man who had stared into the void, and let it whisper sweet nothings into his ear. "Tell me dear, can you see it as well!? Can you sense the impending pain?" Unbidden and unallowed, information and visions flooded the nameless girls mind. Great battles with the O.A that ended with lost lives and so much destruction. Only for the scene to shift to alleyways, with husked bodies like skin suits in their clothes, and something lurking in the darkness and slinking away.

Once again a scene shift, great power wrapped in chains and suffering, with heralds of light and justice throwing themselves against great threats and crumpling into heaps on the ground, only to raise up once again and begin the process anew until the darkness crumbled away. And that darkness pooled and swirled, and from it rose contored faces and images, great idols of freedom and safety bathed in darkness and corrupted. The scene shifted, flashes of bloodshed and death, suffering and torment and so much pain painting in the minds eye. Then came the stillness, eerie darkness that consumed everything. And from that darkness came great beasts, the nightmares of nightmares. People drug away screaming into the night never to return. And then the scene faded away, and reality set back in. "You've seen it, haven't you!? You've seen what we will all face!?"

Deathkitten ​

 

[ManofManyRoles]

James

As he was slowly released from Sophia's group he gave a soft 'thanks', handing the mug back to the puppet and stepping out of bed and starting to put on his shirt and cloak ensemble. Stretching out for a moment he approached the door that marked Thyris domain and gave it a few soft knocks before entering. Sato was still asleep in the hammock...or perhaps comatose was a more accurate word for her? Being shoved back into that cursed book for any period of time was emotionally draining on the poor goddess after all, and everyone slept better after being emotionally drained.

Sato gave a soft murmer, slowly sitting upright. "I'm awake..I'm awake. James is here anyways." James gave a quick wave, stepping onto the island. "Unfortunately, we have to get to work. Sophia is already figuring out where we're going. There's a cruise ship in trouble and we're...y'know, supposed to save the world and people and shit now. Thyris, please please please...can you focus and help with this? You're the best bet when it comes to open water. I'd ask Sato but...I want to give her a break. "I don't need your...sympathy. Or pity."

Cam E. Leon

 

[ManofManyRoles]

Corvus

Corvus didn't really mind being used for feeding, simply watching her quietly through her mask. The name she was offered was a bit startling honestly, and surprising to say the least. "Arenike? If that's true, you're older than even I. You were supposedly dead for ages. Was that not the case?" As her wound healed up she examined where the cut should be, inspecting it with a trained eye. "Fascinating...you heal instead of harm. Think not of the meal, I am a doctor. I help, it is what I do. You were suffering, it would be unjust to allow you to continue on like that." She carefully pulled her glove back on, kneeling down to grab her cane sheathe and fix it back on her sword. "Take your time. The year is 2058." She gave a soft laugh, as if amused by the comment of not seeing someone like her in some time. "I am the last of my breed I'm afraid. So tell me, Miss Arenike. How did you come to be in a shipping container?"

Cam E. Leon

 

[Cam E. Leon]

Arenike Yawned as she dug around a pile of clothes pulling out an Iphone 13. "tch. dead Worthless human phones" and she tossed it back in the pile. Looking back to Corvus she listened to her. "I might as well be dead. Ive fallen so far Even Mortals give me pity now.... I did not die.... I was cursed..... No matter what. ALl physical and magical attacks of mine have been corrupted to heal instead. I cant even crush an apple in my hand.... let alone eat one...." she dug through more of the clothes shoving them in a suit case. "To answer your questions Miss doctor. I had made a deal with the captain. I healed his broken spine, and in exchange. He would take me from Alaska to LA. Still.... 20 years huh.... If ive slept that long. Captains probably dead...." she stood up grabbing her suitcase and a baseball bat next to it. "I thank you for feeding me. But I must be off. I need to find a john Gowney. Grandson of the captain. Part of our deal was id heal that mortals eye. Apparently it was a birth defect. As expected from humans... cant even give birth properly" she walked out of the storage crate. not minding the rain. Before John raised his hand. "uhh Ms. Arenike was it? Im John. Captain Gowneys grandson" The man answered as Arenike looked at him. Seeing one of his eyes was paleish white. "I see" she muttered before without hesitation swinging the bat upside Johns head. it only making a dull thud against his face. Before his eye slowly regained color. "There. My deal is done" Arenike said panting a bit. It seems healing takes some strength from her. "I suppose i shall look around. After that. Back to living the life of Arenike........ Scraping the alleys of humanity for scraps..." She whispered the last part to herself as she tried to keep up an air of dignity and pride. walking down the bridge leading to the dock.

ManofManyRoles

 

[LostHaven]

Oriax

Apartment | "Yo the Grim Reaper's kinda hot."​

"I feel like this is wholly unnecessary," Oriax said as Dantalion held him by the cheeks. It was somewhat embarassing, sure, but it terrified Oriax even more that the girl always insisted on defending him if her shitty father decided to end his life. Even worse, is that the Reaper and the little crowlet were now deadset on locating the damned bird. "You just want me dead, don't you. Raum is going to murder me if finds out all the shit that's happened between yesterday and today. And, spoiler alert, Dantalion, he will find out." However, Oriax had no choice but to accept his inevitable fate. There usually wasn't an option for him besides accepting his demise. Oriax let out a long sigh of dismay as Dantalion finally pulled away with a small crimson strand woven of mana. As insignificant as it seemed, it was actually rather taxing for another to tamper and access contracts that they had no place in. Thankfully, it wasn't a particularly powerful contract, so the burden would have been lessened somewhat, Oriax guessed. "So... you got a lead? Cool," the demon commented, with his hands stuck in his pocket.

Oriax watched with a smirk as the Reaper Knight removed her hood, and took on a complete change of wardrobe. "Heh. Didn't think a Reaper'd have such a pretty face," he commented nonchalantly before heading for the door. "Alright, I'll see myself out. You ladies can take your half an eternity getting dressed, or something along those lines, I'll be waiting outside."

 

[Osuka]

Alexandria Norman
AKA: Machina
Time: 0500
Location: Redacted

For once, she was awake early, and the world should fear a day that Alexandria Norman was awake at the ass-crack of dawn. The arrangement that she had made with the Church was partially done - a weapon, multi-tool, and a kinetic barrier generator were done, boxed, locked, and only an audio/DNA scan would open the titanium package that was spirited away by one of her delivery droids. Well, most of them, anyway. Darren would have to swing by himself to pick up the blaster she had set up for him, and she made the executive decision a long time ago that none of her buyers were leaving her facility without proper training and proof of weapon handling and safety. She couldn't just ship out something that a person could decide was lethal whenever they wanted without verifying that they were responsible with it, after all, and once that had been done - which was only an hour ago, she was onto her next project:
A prosthetic for Xiard.

It was a scary revelation when she was filled in on the goings-on within the stadium, what all Xiard would do just for a victory, and that kind of thing should have been apparent to her given just how much of his game she had played, but never did she think he would go and do something as risky as ripping one's own fucking own arm off when they were already told that this wasn't their old world, and it made it apparent just how having a literal sword for a hand would be a bane rather than a boon. Sure, the weapon was a literal extension, but on the existing hand (I'm not sorry), one was limited to a static weapon and that had its own list of faults. It would have to be sturdy, though - something on the level of Mantis's plating, but not so heavy that it becomes a burden to the wearer when it came to the long haul. Only problem was that the only thing she had an answer for the issue was the polymer she had been developing, and she still wasn't entirely sure how the alloy worked. She hadn't tested all the limits of it, and it was difficult to produce even for her. Then there was actually attaching the damn thing to the man. Would anesthetics even work on him so they could operate? How much would they even need? Would he even heal properly for that matter?

She didn't even know how he functioned in this world, let alone how she was going to create a prosthetic capable of enduring the punishment the man could take and dish out all at the same time?

For now, she'd have to be content with her knowledge of the body and how to create a prosthetic socket that would allow the prosthetic itself to be interchangeable.... Which in itself took far longer than she would ever want to admit. By ten o'clock, she was only halfway through her sketching phase when she heard her phone go off, on the far end of her Manufacturing wing. Now, as herself, Alexandria wasn't really privvy to being popular enough that she would get texts or phone calls on her personal phone. In fact, she only had a handful of contacts in it - most of which either deemed to go by a codename or were dead by this point, and those who went by a codename preferred a different approach to contacting her. It was kinda lonely, of course, and she regarded that device as more of a "social" necessity than anything when it came to the front she put up to show she was "a normal person," so one could understand when a chime went off before her phone screen lit up.

Everything in the room went quiet as Alexandria stared at the device, pencil hanging in her loose grip while her brows furrowed over dilated deep blues, body as still as a predator watching its prey, waiting for the perfect moment to pounce. The chime was set to be a designation signaling an unknown contact, and since the chime never went off before, as Alexandria, one could understand her hesitation in even looking at the message, let alone crossing the room. Who could it have been? Was it an old loose end she didn't tie up? Her mother? Maybe an enemy had finally gotten information on her that she kept well-protected? There were a few of them she was wary of - those who didn't like the fact she had killed off one of their aces in the hole, so to speak, and those individuals had some other powerful connections as well as some scary tricks up their sleeve that she wasn't sure she could entirely counter.

Slowly she began her journey through the manufacturing wing, a sheen of metal crawling from under her shirt to coat her hand as if a liquid while her other scooped up a wrench as she passed by the rack of well-organized tools. Each step was purposeful, her eyes flicking about the room before she had finally made it to the device, then reached out her metal digits to scoop the phone before she paused. At this very moment, the smartest thing to do, given her earlier musings, was to set the entire base to siege defense and toast the device before falling back to a secondary base in order to supply and prepare for her return. Just interacting with the device could potentially have some kooky wacko pop through her device to start an attack if they had the right ability and know-how, and at the moment, her base droids were set to the rough manufacturing of Shield's armor. The even smarter thing to do was have Namina do digging first, but if they were a hacker who had some ridiculous chops when it came to the trade, having her interact first would put her at risk even with her multiple cyber defense and counterattack measures.

"Namina, start Isolation Protocol forty-four," she whispered, and after a sliver of liquid metal slid to her ear, she heard a single beep before she continued on. Picking up the phone, Alexandria flicked and tapped until she opened the message, then paused again.

Her phone had its own little "additions" that she had set in case someone she didn't know contacted her personal cell. Tracking, mining, and a whole other host of information-gathering software that took up most of her phone's memory even in this day and age were always running and ready to jump on task by itself, but so far.... Nothing came up.

"Might I attempt to track this new contact, Dr. Norman?" Namina chimed in her ear.

"No," she said with a shake of her head. "Too risky. Not replying, either."

"Dr. Norman, that is rude," the V.I. chided, and she could've sworn she could see the mental manifestation of the program cross her arms and cock a brow. "Perhaps this new contact could be beneficial?"

"Not a chance in hell," Alexandria responded with a roll of her eyes. "I'm setting the base to Siege defense.

"ZT-85 - Knight of the Round: Gallahad!" she continued, her voice now a commanding bark. "Begin Operation Queensiege: Empty Throne - Appraise the Court and Knights of the situation and ready a clone of my Nanosuit for his use with extra for his arm, ensure he's ready to depart in three minutes, then make damn sure that he's in plain clothes before departure. Neutralize or obliterate any infiltrating entities if they pose an immediate threat to the Throne. This order Is Chiseled until the Queen's All Clear."

The droid itself, once a humble production line bot, suddenly snapped to full attention as its green bar of an "eye" shifted to a crimson red, its right arm whirling and shifting to the form of a rounded, cylindrical blaster which it supported on the underside with its opposing hand. In truth, aside from its blaster, the bot itself didn't look to pose much of a threat with its economical, wiry frame, though as it began to march away, its kinetic dampeners - upon Queensiege orders, were shut off, and a kinetic barrier flickered to life over its chassis and limbs, eyes shifting back to a green hue only when it had made it to Xiard's quarters.

"Namina, ready the contingency plans for the base - if Empty Throne doesn't work should the base be raided, blow it straight to hell. Scramble Mantis to the fallback point and ready it for emergency drop on my location In Bloom."

Another chirp rang in her ear as she bolted from the room, scrambling into a more casual outfit with the nanosuit tightly clung to any skin that wasn't exposed once she was dressed. Locked onto a small magnet under her suit jacket was her own blaster and saber hilt - this time without its charging sheath, the fabric tailor made to hide the stowed weapons from flashing or printing so as to ensure that they couldn't be seen....


******


ZT-85
Location: Redated
Objective: Secure the Queen's Court

For a droid, it was quick. ZT-85's "feet" thundered down the halls at a dead sprint with a resounding boom at each step, keeping its cannon tucked tight to its chassis - tight enough that it scraped against the kinetic barrier while it followed the quickest designated path to the Queen's Court. It was only when ZT-85 - Gallahad now, made it to Xiard's door that it threw on its Kinetic Dampeners, shifted its arm back to normal, then knocked before entering the room once it slid open. Only once it had done so, which was quick, the door snapped shut and Gallahad gave a Salute with right fist to left-plate, head inclined to show that it didn't come to be hostile.

"Lockdown has been initiated, Xiard," the warbling voice of the machine rang. "Queensiege has begun. Priority: Suit the Court and ensure safe departure."

As if on cue, the panel to the right of Xiard would open, showing a pack and a suit for his use: A black suit jacket with black tie, white shirt, black pants, shoes, and belt made to his body's dimensions. The pack itself held the nanites Alexandria used for herself during times she would be fighting outside of Mantis, neatly contained within its titanium prison.

"Time Remaining: Two minutes and Forty Seven Seconds. Time of Order: Thirteen Seconds Ago," Gallahad continued, stepping forward. "This one will assist in suiting you if you find difficulty in the task."

Now it waited, its body directly in front of the door and its processing unit linked to the base's security. With all of her other droids now in position and linking to the central security servers, Gallahad would know if even a fly was heading towards the door. Aside from life support and basic functions, all power in the base had been diverted to sentry turrets and barrier tech that was scattered around the base, its function only to lead infiltrating entities into killing floors and choke points.

ManofManyRoles Cam E. Leon

 

[LostHaven]

Raum

Hotel Room | "Somebody's tampered with the contract?"​

In room 663 of a particularly pricey hotel, Raum was sprawled, back-facing down and wings outstretched over a desk, eyes shut and feet pointing high toward the ceiling. If one didn't know better, they'd likely mistake the sleeping raven with a dead one.

Paying for the damages at that diner was the least of the archdemon's troubles - it had taken a while to find a suitable hotel room, and was just about ready to take his well-earned rest until Raum had made the fatal mistake of taking his preferred form - the four-eyed raven. Needless to say, Raum was aghast at the sight of the blankets and bedsheets, so much so that he had almost puked on the spot. Thankfully, he managed to protect his pride and avoided showing a little girl such an unsightly sight as a bird regurgitating its breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Following the dreadful revelation, Raum had insisted that he purchase new bedsheets and blankets to replace the highly unsuitable ones supplied by the hotel.

But with that matter out of the way, the issue of Visvian's insatiable appetite came up again - and room service was not cheap. Somehow, Raum had lost around six-percent of his total bank balance in one day, and that was most certainly a feat to behold. Despite this, the archdemon was still all too happy for an undisturbed night of sleep. Or, at least he had hoped. However, Raum would find himself disturbed again, by an unfamiliar sensation in his chest. His eyes flew open, followed by the fluttering of feathers as Raum hopped to his feet. "Hmm, this is certainly a new sensation," Raum murmured to himself, attempting to put his finger on the source of the discomfort. It wasn't particularly alarming, but rather an irritating uneasiness that poked in his side. "Did somebody tamper with a contract?"

It had taken Raum a few steps to arrive at such a conclusion, but there was the most likely possibility - and when Raum closed his eyes and visualized the countless pacts made over his lifespan, he'd find one ever so slightly unraveled, a single thread of mana that bound the pactmakers removed. "Is Belial finally making a move?" Raum wondered to himself. The probabilities of that were low - Belial was far too much of - to put bluntly - a simple-minded moron, to be capable of tampering with another contract, even at such a negligibly insignificant scale. And, even if there was one skilled enough in the workings of contract magic to get their meddling hands in another's contract, it would probably take someone like Zyla to locate him using such a vague and muddy contract as their source - that particular one wasn't directly bound to Raum specifically, but rather 'The Lord of Lies'. However, it was possible, though difficult, to track the caster via the mana signature.

"Does this call for some investigation?" Raum pondered. After some deliberation, Raum arrived at the conclusion that the answer was 'no'. It was clear that for one reason or the other, somebody was aiming to find him - either Oriax himself, or an employer, if that fool had found another to serve under. In the worst-case scenario, events had strayed from Raum's expectations, and his former retainer wanted his head, for whatever reason. Either way, whoever it was that sought his presence would have to undergo the arduous steps to locate him themselves - as far as Raum was concerned, it wasn't his concern until a formal pact was made. He had never cared much for Hell to begin with, and even less now.

However, he did have other concerns, namely feeding a ravenous dragon. For now, room service would have to suffice. Hopping over to the phone, Raum used his talons to punch in the number and started his ludicrous order. Of course, the one taking the order probably thought it was a prank, given the ridiculousness of the instructions, and something about 'the plates won't be coming back'...

 

[Deathkitten]

Darren​

"Gross," Darren grumbled, looking around the room as his brain finally joined the waking world. Things felt odder than before. His powers were more pronounced to him, now. The next time he saw his father and uncle, he'd never hear the end of it. This was what they were waiting for, what he was born for. Lovely. He stood up with a loud sigh, "Fine. I'll need a suit though like you said. Dressed as I do with you, I'm practically a pauper by their standards. It's ridiculous. If you're gonna be my pet for this bit, then you need to act the part and behave. And I'm sorry about how I'll end up treating you to play the part. You're pretty much my new favorite person, so it'll suck to be mean to you."

He sighed again and grabbed his phone, flicking it open to call someone, "Oes gennych chi unrhyw brydlesi? (Got any leashes?)" It didn't even sound like he gave them a moment to speak before he muttered a phrase in welsh. There was then a pause, and he spoke normally, "Need a suit. Now. Darren. Yes, my size. I know it's been a while but it's not like I've grown in the last couple of years. Bydd yna rhywun gyda mi. Peidiwch â meindio hi. (There'll be someone with me. Don't mind her.) I'll be there in a bit. Make sure to include a trench jacket, it's cold out."

The call ended and he looked at Natalie with a small, apologetic smile, "Don't kill my tailor, ok? At least not right now. Please? They're a horrible person, but I sort of need them at the moment." He was already working to tie his hair into a long braid, keeping it neat and tidy. He'd cut his hair if his father had his druthers, but Darren refused to for his sake. Maybe Natalie was rubbing off on him a little bit.

And indeed and unfortunately, when they got there, the smell would be acrid and pungent to her. The tailor a front for much less pleasant business practices. A dumping ground for clothing of the deceased, a place to clean the blood off your clothes, and oh yes, the small man behind the counter that looked old enough to be her great-great-grandfather... He enjoyed a bit of torture himself, especially of the female and young variety, though he didn't discriminate. Any torture was good torture, especially if it was for the MacAlasdairs.

Darren said little, but moved past the man with an air of confidence that Natalie had not yet seen from him, and only returned when he had, rather swiftly, gotten the suit and jacket on. "It's decent enough," he said, playing with the cuff a little, "What do you think? Has Mr. Lenik does a good enough job to get his pay? This was one of the ones he already had in stock, of course. We keep a few on hand. But I'm just not sure. I feel like there's something about it that bothers me."

ManofManyRoles

 

[LostHaven]

Jeremiah Lloyd

War Hawker, Underground Warehouse | "Which city do you plan to blow sky-high?"​

Jeremiah mostly ignored Wildcard's ramblings about the Death's alleged stunning looks. He didn't care. Perhaps, there was simply something wrong with himself, but women all looked the same to Jeremiah, not unlike the way people tended to find animals to look identical. "Unfortunately, I don't plan on having a conversation with Death anytime soon, and if I die from some laughable accident, you would suffer sour-creamless tacos for the rest of your life."

Despite most sane people's inability to even fathom taking the clinically insane hitman that was Wildcard with even an ounce of seriousness, Jeremiah still pondered the mercenary's inquiry before giving a serious answer. "If your 'acquaintance' has need of that many charges of C4, I suggest he rethink his choice of tools," Jeremiah answered. "You'd require quite a hefty sum of plastic explosives to, as you put it, 'destabilize a city's economic structure and flow of traffic'. More than a few high-rise buildings would need to topple, business centers, banks, and so forth would need to go up in flames too. You're looking at a nuclear bomb, not C4." Jeremiah jokingly concluded. "However, it's difficult to acquire one of those - quite illegal, I'm afraid, and far too difficult to manufacture and smuggle." Of course, the main restricting factor was the difficulty of manufacture - legality was never an obstacle for Jeremiah anyway. "I do believe I have something that'll suit your 'friend's' needs."

When they arrived at the sector of the warehouse where Jeremiah had stashed all the explosives, the merchant first moved to a greyish-silver military crate, prying open the lid to reveal it to be filled with the EMP-grenades he had first mentioned. "Approximately two-hundred and seventy-meter range, lays waste to all electronics caught in it. Since you're a regular customer, I'm willing to give you one or two free of charge, and you can 'test' them before deciding on whether or not you should make a purchase. As for your friend..." Jeremiah glanced around before laying eyes on another container with a 'radioactive' symbol plastered on the front. Opening that one revealed roughly rectangular explosives, stacked on top one another. They vaguely resembled C4 charges. "I did say it was difficult smuggling a nuclear bomb, but these were easy enough to get in. Nuclear-powered remote explosives - one charge is about ten-thousandth the power of an actual nuclear warhead, so we're looking at around one-hundred and twenty tonnes of TNT. I have about twenty of these, been collecting dust since nobody in their right minds would need a miniature nuke. To be honest, I only bought them on a whim, too. Perhaps your 'one guy in Norway' would find these to be of use? Of course, I also have regular C4 explosives, around one-and-a-half-thousand charges if I remember correctly."
ManofManyRoles

 

[Deathkitten]

No Name​

Fear licked at her like an eager dog, concern, even a little panic. Emotions she was wholly unprepared for and had no basis of how to handle. This man was insane, there was no question of it. She did not need a basis to know that this was what insanity looked like. When he gripped her, she froze with a tiny sound of surprise making its way past her lips. She started to cry, tears of warm liquid that went cold on her face and mingled with the rain. Everything about what this man saw, what he made her see, was suffering. More than anything, though... her mind focused on power wrapped in chains. Some unknowable thing, honestly, whoever could make complete sense of a vision, and its pain felt like a stake through her nonexistent heart. She couldn't help but cry, weeping tears of fear and sorrow.

He asked her... demanded of her that she say if she saw what he had seen. She stuttered, words refusing to cooperate, "Th-that... you... e-everyone will b-be punished for their s-sins... eventually... b-but even in visions of pain... good will triumph and s-save p-people." She was scared. This wasn't nice. She didn't know what to do in a situation like this. She was alone. She wanted to cry out for her brothers and sisters, for her father. Where were they? Why was she alone? She knew why she existed, and that visions like that... pain that others brought upon others... she was made to make ashes of sinners like that. She and her ilk would never let it happen unabated, right? She would do her best... even if she had no idea what in the world she actually saw.

"P-please let me go...?"

ManofManyRoles

 

[Deathkitten]

Dantalion​

Dantalion watched Oriax with a somber look as he left the room. She spent no time changing into more appropriate clothing for a jaunt outside, and once she returned to the main room, hooked her arm into Oriax's.

"I won't let him hurt you. You deserve praise for saving me and helping me, not pain. Your silly games are more than acceptable in such circumstances. After all, have you ever really slept under the same roof as a woman? Your thoughts are understandable to wander," she said, fully intending to keep him safe from anything her father might do to him, "He is a brilliant bird. He won't be unnecessarily cruel. Now the matter of your sword... that... may irritate him. Regardless, though, death for you is not on the agenda."

She sighed and focused again on that strand, "Lead the way, then, I suppose. I do hope he's not too far. I don't want to look entirely disheveled..."

ManofManyRoles LostHaven