Futuristic The Undesired Wings Of Eden IC

[FireMaiden]

The rumble of a nearby train rattled the string lighting hanging overhead in the dark room, a figure undisturbed on her cot. Like many of the other Wings who had failed their trials, the one and only Naomi Silvers lived underground, in Cesspool, out of one of the few rooms that had been converted to a sleeping area. Though these rooms weren't more than small closest and old mantenice rooms, long since abandoned when the subways were left forgotten. Outside, doing what they wanted until one of the leaders with arrived, or awoke, were the members of The Undesired Wings. So me were lounging around Cesspool, doing inventory of weapons or watching one of the two tv stations they were able to get thanks to the handy work of a previous technician. There were also those who were wandering aeound, or helping set up the market that started opening shop around 8 pm. This was also the time many of the Wings started to show up, or in some cases, wake up. Anyway, the remainder of the Wings at base would be training in the Bull Pit. The changing if the doors guard would just be happening as the second train rumbed overhead, finally waking the few who still slept.

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I very much suggest you read both the interest check and the lord before making a character.
Interest Check: /threads/the-undesired-wings-of-eden-reboot.357190/
Lore: The Undesired Wings Of Eden Lore
Character Sheet: The Undesired Wings Of Eden CS
OOC: Cesspool

 

[FireMaiden]

Naomi pulled herself up form the uncomfortable cot pushed against a the cold brick wall of her room. A small, mantenice closest right near the Underground Market. The only light so far in her room was the clock, balanced on an old crate was the only home that Naomi had know for the past ten years. Her room even before she started this whole operation. Her bare feet his the dusty floor, making her cringe as the texture, a shutter passing through he body. She sat there, on the edge of her "bed" letting herself sit there to wake up a little before taking on her role as leader. With a glance at the big, blue neon numbers of her clock that read 8:15, She decided to finally get ready. It took the light a minute of warming up for it to flicker to life with a pop, a soft yellow glow filling the room. Aside from the cot and the old crate, the only other furniture was a metal locker, containing her clothes. Which, she quickly changed into, putting her pistol on her right before entering the bustle of the market, now just comming alive for the night. Many people nodded to her she was walked through the everhroing crowd of mercenaries, business men, and other's interested in the unground goods the sympathizers and dealers had for sale. Many of these people werent alloses in the main base, threatened with being shot or worse if they tried to get past the armed guards. A familiar smell safes from one of the few food stalls, selling currybuns and beer, Naomi decided to get breakfast. Food in hand, She continues on until she got to the door which separated Cesspool and the Underground Market, a large, heavy metal garage like door that had to be opened with two people. It rattle and groaned as it was slowly lifted by the big chains in either side, revealing a nearly dead maim base. Until they were called, many if the Wings spent time in the market or Bull Pen until they needed to be useful. The only ones here were coming in from the city, or had already gotten food or what they wanted. Naomi sat down at one of the tables to watch the news as she ate.

 

[ReverseTex]

James Mercier "The Magician"

FireMaiden

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James never stayed, nor lived at the base where many did. He would never affiliate himself to such low standards of living. He had a spacious apartment in the Residential district, where he payed for round-the-clock bodyguards to keep the perimeter secure. To some that would be as waste of money, but to him it was worth every penny.

The outfit of the day consisted of a silver suit, the lapel a charcoal grey while the rest shimmered like his silvery wing. His shirt was black, and his tie matching the silver of his suit. He gave a quick once-over in the mirror, running a hand through his hair for safe measure as well, then left the building.

His guards, which he had four of, and who were highly trained, split apart. Two stayed at the complex, while the other two former their usual arrow-shaped formation around him. James never bothered to learn their names, seeing little point to the matter, but these two were his usual escorts. The left one was a stocky man with bright orange hair, who looked to be in his thirties. The other, completely bald and tall, this man he knew always wore sunglasses. So his personal nicknames for the pair were Fire and Egg.

Egg slowed his pace, whispering something to Fire, before he turned back to James. "Mr. Mercier, Ms. Naomi is in the market according to one of your pair of eyes. Would you like to meet her?" "Yes please," James said with a nod. Mr. Mercier was a powerful name in Eden, and with powerful connections. He had almost every low-life in this shithole eyes on watch 24/7, and he could almost get info as fast as it happened.

Ten minutes later he could see Naomi alone at a table, eating her breakfast. With a wave of his hand, Egg and Fire disappeared into the crowd, leaving the last twenty feet free to himself. With a relaxed stretch of both of his wings, he took a seat across from the woman. "I have a feeling it's a tad early for a drink, but I did stay up majority of the night doing that dammed paperwork you wanted." Slapping down a file on the metal table, James turned his neck behind him to see the TV. "I bet my news story would be better than the fake bullshit they spout."

 

[FireMaiden]

Naomi hardly reacted as a file was slapped down infront of her, because before that, She had hardly even noticed James sit down. She held up a finger, finishing her beer, before clearing her throat to answer him. "I hardly think eight twenty something at night is to early for a drink...well, considering I just woke up....anyway, thanks," She muttered, taking the file, but not opening it yet. With a glance to where she came from, She took another bite of her currybun, a small sornt came from her. "You still have those gooons following you down here?" She asked, looking back at him with a cocked eyebrow. "Rich man worried about his allies?" ReverseTex

 

[Elekta Kount]

Dakota Tran
Normie Tiger

High above the busyness of the underground market was a man lying against one of the support beams. Dakota, they called him, some called him the Tiger, the winged called him a normie. Indeed, he was normal man, a normal man that was part of the underground movement for the winged people. Not unheard of, but Dakota was a special bottle of suspicous that many Undisered had seen with uneasy eyes.

Dakota was currently perched on one of the supports, and had his legs crossed. In his hands was a revolver, or at least what looked to be revolver parts, and a rag. Dakota had been busy cleaning his magnum revolver, finishing that he began to click the pieces back together, before griping it and aiming it forward to see if everything was in place. He cocked the revolver and pulled the trigger.

*Click*

Was all that sounded; the gun was empty.

Seemed like Dakota was satisfyed with his work, as he flipped open the chamber of the gun, before he quickly slid in rounds for the gun. Moments later he flipped the chamber back into place, but he did not cock it again. Instead, he holstered it, in one of his shoulder holsters, before putting the rag away. A minute later, Dakota had pulled out his knife, somthing it over with his hands, he caught a glimpse of his own reflection in the blade.

He stared at it for a secound, before he continued to smooth over it.

Dakota then proceeded to glance down at the crowed. There was much going on at a time where it was considered "morning". Vendors were opening shop, people were about their business, and Dakota was perched up high watching. Didn't take him long to spot the boss lady and the winged suit that worked with them, plus his goons. Dakota simply snorted.

They were probably sitting there discussing who knows what, Dakota didn't know. He was the newest to the crew, and he could tell that these folks weren't the easily trusting type. Didn't help that he wouldn't say where he was from, nor the fact that he was a normie. Fact is, he only joined up last week, and has only been let into the main base once.

Couldn't blame 'em, really; trust is somthing forged over time.

Dakota kept on sitting there, glancing between his blade and whatever conversation was unfolding down in the markets....

 

[ReverseTex]

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James Mercier "The Magician"

FireMaiden

James's attention was away from Naomi as his eyes scanned the crowd for his guards. They did good work, because he was never able to spot them. When she began to speak he turned his head back to her. "Well good. Sad to say this place won't have any good scotch." With a frown he stood up, and made his way to get himself a beer

A few minutes later he returned with a cold beer in tow. Taking a seat again, he took a swig before speaking. "And I like to keep everything organized, and preferably without my capture. The ones at my apartment serve a better job, but the two I have now aren't aweful either. Saves me work."

Taking another sip of his beer, and his stone expression never wavering. "So what's the plan for today? Are we going to watch some fights in the Bull Pit? If so I hope they aren't real bloody, don't want to damage my suit." It was his version of a joke, which was rare because he only joked with people he trusted. "Or do you need me to run some publicity stunt? I'm good either way."

 

[Nomad_Queen]

Jaiden the War-Child
Jaiden stepped out of the bull pit blood dripping from her nose and a smile stretching across her face, she could hear only her heart thumping in her chest as she looked down at her fist covered in blood and bruised from the days fighting she was partially out of breath moving her dark black hair out of her face she sat down some distance away from the bull pit counting what little money she earned from winning most of her fights of the day. It took Jaiden a minute to notice she didn't have any lunch, this was normal she would skip the lunch in a blind fit of bloodlust and keep fighting but it didn't bother her mainly because she gets a big breakfast, Jaiden jumped up throwing her black hood over her head she pulled her fist close to her chest took a deep breath in and started punching the air and she jogged towards the market repeating this action slowly training her stamina more and more. After Jaiden bought a small dinner selection she noticed there was still blood dripping from her nose that she forgot to take care of, she sat her things down as the old rusted gate was being pulled open and ripped half of her hoodie sleeve off using it as an impromptu rag she held it up to her nose wiping some of the blood away. Normally Jaiden didn't go to this part of town sticking to either the bull pin or the market but she was still feeling the high of her blood lust from her fights in the bull pit and decided what the hell, as she was walking around finding a spot to sit down and relaxed something caught her eye, a man in a full suit was down here walking towards a table with a beer. The man was wearing a Silver suit, not common attire for being down here which meant he had money her eyes followed him through the crowd as she slowly started in pursuit 'Why is he down here?' she thought to herself not ever seeing him anywhere else despite the fact she herself is new to the place, he took a seat down next to Naomi Jaiden briefly met her when she first arrived but the two never talked Jaiden preferred fighting to talking anyway. Jaiden kept passing by the pair while staying in the crowd snacking away at her meal 'Suit means money, money means luxury' she thought to herself with a wry smile on her third pass of the pair thinking she could easily rob a man down here and get away with it.
ReverseTex FireMaiden

 

[ReverseTex]

James Mercier "The Magician"

FireMaiden
Nomad_Queen

As James was awaiting her reply, he felt his phone buzz in his pocket. Pulling it out, he saw that Egg was calling, and yes Egg was his contact name. Lifting the phone to his ear, Egg spoke through what sounded like his earpiece. "Mr. Mercier, I have my eyes on a young woman who has walked back and forth eyeing you as Ms. Naomi. Would you like me to do something?"

He sighed, merely annoyed with the inconvenience this passerby was causing. Looking at Naomi with his icy eyes, annoyance clearly presence "I'm sorry to interrupt this conversation, but there's some vermin that needs to be dealt with." The words were also to Egg, who hung up to do his job. Adjusting his cuff links, James stood up, stretching both of his wings as he did. He never made an effort to hide them, seeing as his name already did the scaring away.

But a quick struggle in the crowd, and the shiny bald head of Egg quickly became visible, and with the help of Fire the girl was rounded and being dragged to the table. His eyes met those of the woman, his expression stone cold, but clearly apparent of his annoyance. "I don't appreciate people snooping on my business." Looking at Fire, he gestured to her sleeves, "Lift them." With force, Fire did as he was asked, and the black X was quite visible. James passed his Trials, another reason to his ruthless nature, but Naomi he knew didn't. It was a sink or swim situation, and many sunk.

"Now that disappoints me more that a member of our organization was snooping. All you simply have to do is walk up, no need to be shady. It's not like you don't know who we are." James extended his mechanical wing, a few of the lights on it flickering with the motion, then once it was fully extended he tucked it away.

 

[FireMaiden]

"You'd know where to find it if you were here more often," She muttered as James walked away to go find a beer. With her's empty, and her food gone, it was time to get to work. She reached for the file he had brought, fliping it open to reveal what she needed. Some of the papers she had done herself. Information from the sympathizers, their moles in the government testing facilities, victims and eyewitnesses. Some were from another close friend of her's, and the rest was the much needed information James was able to figure out. While skimming though, James came back, and again she hardly noticed until he spoke. "Still doesn't mean you can't be down here more often. If you didn't know, most of the member don't trust you. The fancy suits, the bodyguards, you've passed your trials...it all leads them to believe one of their leaders doesn't trust them or our cause. I know differently, but make an effort," she muttered, before pausing to answer his next question. "The plan? All this information you got me is for a mission. So, no public fights, or publicly stunts. Which, aren't publicly stunts until you turn them into said stunts." That was a bit annoying when it came to what James did, but when they were needed, it was wonderful to have him. "Wait, where are you...nevermind," she muttered as he walked off again, but he quickly returned, followed by his bodyguards and Jaiden between them. She sharply inhaled through her nose, throwing a glare at James. "You two, let her go," She said, standing up, still glaring at James. "She's new and doesn't know who you are. And this all gose back to my thing about trust, this isn't the way to gain it," She said, her words holding a strong bite. "Jaiden, this is James. One of the Undesired Wings leaders. Helped me start everything." ReverseTex Nomad_Queen

 

[Nomad_Queen]

Jaiden the War-Child
As Jaiden was walking through the crowd keeping an eye on the strange man in the suit she noticed he sat down next to Naomi which peaked her interest but before she could react she felt someone's hands pin her arms behind her back this shocked her and she tried to struggle but the man tightened his grip, the weight distance between the two was noticeable as she was dragged over to the table where the man in the suit was. Jaiden was dragged over to the two at the table, she didn't really appreciate the men looking for her X scar but struggling wasn't an option for her with the two men keeping her from moving. Naomi quickly told the two men to release her and Jaiden turned around to the two men contemplating hitting one of them, despite her small size she was an extremely skilled fighter, in any case, she backed down from the fight turning back to Naomi and James she spit at the grounds behind her towards the two men's feet trying to show she was mad at them despite it being childish she didn't care she would get to take her rage out and fight someone later. Jaidens hands were covered with bruises and scrapes from her day of fighting as she stood next to the two waiting.
FireMaiden ReverseTex

 

[ReverseTex]

James Mercier "The Magician"

FireMaiden
Nomad_Queen

For a moment James forgot that his guards were there, along with the girl known as Jadien. Turning his head towards Naomi, he showed no visible sign of anger, though the woman had known him long enough to pick it out. "Trust? You for one should know never to trust anyone, and here you are scrutinizing me on the matter?" He paused to let the words settle before continuing. "And that's exactly the point you've never understood Naomi. I trust everyone in this city equally, which is very little. And I don't need to galavant around blowing shit up to do that. I've got my name. I don't need trust. Now i'm going to end this here because we both know I can list many more reasons you are being quite the hypocrite."

Clearing his throat, James gave both his guards a nod, in which they released the girl. Egg and Fire dissapeared right back into the crowd, as if nothing happened. Looking down at Jadien, his stone expression still present. "James Mercier," He said with a nod of his head, the equivalent to a approval for him.

He grabbed his beer of the table, and finished it off, though it had became quite watered down due to the condensation. With a sigh he turned back towards Naomi, once again forgetting about Jadiens existence. "So, about that mission?"

 

[FireMaiden]

Naomi scoffed, "My trust is carefully placed. My people trust me, and I trust them. Being a hypocrite right now is the least of my worries," She said in response. "My point is make a little more effort to gain their trust. The time will come where you'll help, and not many may be willing," She said, grabbing the file signalling for him and Jaiden to follow. But she paused, looking up at a distant support beam seeing Tiger. She raided her hand, making the "Come here," signal, before continuing on. "Since you two, or three mayne are here, I'll start the debriefing with you guys." ReverseTex Nomad_Queen Elekta Kount

 

[Elekta Kount]

Dakota Tran
Sleeping Tiger

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Dakota raised an eyebrow at what had unfold. He hadn't noticed the girl until she made her 2nd pass on the suit, it was clear what she was planning on her 3rd run around. But the suit had noticed and had his goons grab her before anything happened.

Shame, really, would have been entertaining.

Still, he wasn't here to be entertained, he had more options on the surface then underneath. The reason he was here beckoned for him to come forward.

Twirling his knife, he twirled it stright back into it's sheath. The next thing that happened was that he pushed himself onto the edged. Grabbing the cord wrapped around his belt, he attached the grappling hook to the edge of the been. Seconds later he was lower himself down, before pulling loose the hook mid-descended and landing on his feet.

Dakota always seemed to be wearing a mask, whether it to conceal his identity or just a fashion sense, really more of the latter, but Dakota only lowered his mask on the surface as to not draw suspicion; after all, he was a normie after all, no reason to suspect him to be involved with the wings...

It didn't take Dakota long to make his way through the crowed. Not unlike the suit's guards, he too disappeared into the crowed upon landing, and moments later popped out near the gathering grup.

As he came up, he gave a silent nod to the other wings, before looking over to Naomi while causally crossing his arms.

"You called?" he asked, not in a bored tone, it was more indifferent.

FireMaiden
ReverseTex
Nomad_Queen

 

[Steve Freeling]

It's Jimmy Merciless with his thugs again. Steve had seen this too many times in the seven years he'd worked for the Undesired Wings. He shook his head and smirked a little. It was known by now that James Mercier never trusted anyone. The tall sympathizer saw Naomi's signal and walked over.

"I guess you're gonna tell us what this is about, huh?"

FireMaiden
ReverseTex
Nomad_Queen
Elekta Kount

 

[BunBun]

Sven tensed, stopping his rummage through the trash heap at the outskirts of the city. Past Eden's boundary was nothing but darkness. Darkness and trash. Things would feel better if there was something past the prejudice, fear and buzz of the city, Sven thought and continued his dig. There was nothing out there. He would know, he had tried to escape with... His mind stopped in track as he found what he had been looking for. A motherboard the size of a quarter. By the looks of it, in mint condition and with minimum principals. Sven tucked it in one of his pockets and struggled to make his way back to the outer city. This was not his first time out the walls. The stench no longer bothered him and his eyes had naturally adjusted to the meek light that poured from the rising sun.

Dawn was the perfect time to search for parts, he learned. During the night, dump trucks would collect the garbage from the residency and anyone below would chunk their waste over the wall or let it collect down the streets which did nothing for the aesthetic of the city and the result was the place Sven was walking on. Sven's travel was slow and troubling, his feet getting caught in crevices and junk lying about. He could have used his wings if he were not so anxious of the police or someone calling out to him. Hiding them seemed the best option and as result, he had fashioned a device to fasten them in place to his back at the age ten. He ignored the terrible pinch and compression on his chest. Now that he thought about it, his hands had gone to adjust the clip. With one hand busy, he had lost his balance climbing a hill and fell face first into jagged and hard objects.

Sven groaned and opened his eyes. The sight was slightly frightening and he fought to untangle from the wires and rotten food. Staring in front of him was a decommissioned android. The soulless eyes and flawless porcelain skin made Sven jump in conclusion that it was a human and with a rational mind now in place, he sighed in relief and did his best to dig her out. Other than a giant dent in her face, some rather questionable dried fluid and plates missing, the android was in perfect condition. He believed he could get a good price if he restored her and took her the rest of the way into the city. The money would go to the well being of the Undesired and aid.

The small teen fixed his mask, eyes downcast as he past people moving around the city. He had arrived later than usual and could feel the scrutinizing eyes. He entered the base through one of the tunnels and placed his new possession on his makeshift table. Cesspool was his second home and workshop. It was not much. Scrapes and paper littered everywhere. Artificial light poured in from lights and a lava lamp that he had salvaged but he could not complain since he was given the area where it would have been an office at one point. Sven had wall and door to keep the level of noise to a minimum. He would show his find after he had gotten the thing in working condition. He started with peeling off his mask.

 

[Nomad_Queen]

Jaiden the War-Child
Jaiden slid her hoodie sleeves back down covering her X scar and at Noami wondering what was in the file since she was fairly new here the most she had ever done was just fight people in the pit training and hitting things she had never been on a mission before and assumed that's what it was. Jaiden let a murderous smile through her face for a second at the thought of a new mission, a mission means she can fight someone that isn't just another winged in the pit and there would be no one to stop her from killing them then the smile turned to a gleeful one as she perked up still smiling and following Naomi closely.
FireMaiden Steve Freeling Elekta Kount ReverseTex

 

[FireMaiden]

She looked between the people gathered, and the file. This was a high risk mission, and for some of these people, their first mission with her. Jaiden's first ever. And this wants her normally strike team anyway. Normally she took her most elite, the ones she trusted with her life on missions like these, but today, it seemed she had no choice. "In just a few hours, two our sympathisers are going to get us into the main city, and to a testing facility nearby. There are six targets in this particular building, but all of them are children. James got me the schedules and a map that we needed, so that what were going over," She began to explain as she had the small group follow her tl the war room. A room with the best lighting they could have down here, a single big table in the middle with two moveable holoboards on two of the walls. "You guys, are gonna be my strike team since my normal guys were called off to Reflections. Understood?" ReverseTex Nomad_Queen Elekta Kount Steve Freeling

 

[Elekta Kount]

Dakota Tran
Sleeping Tiger

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Dakota followed, keep his arms crossed as he moved quietly to the side, scanning the room, yet looking so casually while he did so.

"Fancy room you got here boss." Dakota commented, before muttering somthing to himself as he kept looking around the room.

He would then turn his attention to the main table, and the lady herself.

"Good to know we're second pick boss, real good motivation." Dakota said, hands still crossed as he looked at her. "Now what's the plan? Our objective? Jobs for us? Entry point? Who we going up against?"

FireMaiden
ReverseTex
Nomad_Queen

 

[ReverseTex]

James Mercier "The Magician"

FireMaiden
Nomad_Queen

James remained silent as Naomi rallied a few others, one he recognized being Steve, a older member of the organization. Reluctantly he followed the woman, tucking his hands in his pockets as Egg and Fire followed behind at a large distance.

Once the group arrived in the war room, his guards stayed posted in the hall. Crossing his arms as he listened to Naomi's basic run-down, basically over the information he spent all night digging up. "Security will be high, but the cost is well worth it." Though James didn't personally agree with the method The Undesired Wings were to get the children, he didn't want to see these kids die. If it were up to him, he'd do it through a negotiation, something Naomi wasn't fond of. The two were fire and ice, but when focused on a common goal they were a deadly combo.