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MOOD: Angry, frustrated, grieving

OUTFIT: Will be something here

LOCATION: Wilder Family Home
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TL;DR Seraphina tells her parents she's not joining SOTO and they are very happy about it
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Seraphina
congratulations you survived the war; now live with the trauma
TW: Mentioned/Implied Abuse, Gaslighting, Manipulation.

She knew what she was going to say. She had it all worked out in her head. Not even the jagged scar across her forearm was enough to overcome the image of Caroline Davis’ face after SOTO gave her the punishment she “deserved” for protecting herself when no one else would. It propelled her up the stairs and into her parents' grand “sitting room” as they called it. An archaic term because her father loved ancient things.

She was supposed to start at that prison camp they called the Society of Truth and Order in a week. Little did they know that her bags were packed and squirreled behind a dumpster. Just the things that were hers that didn’t remind her of everything she hated about this stupid city and this stupid house.

Still, all she could see was Caroline’s tear-tracked cheeks. Hear the breaks in her voice as she told her what had happened. And yet when Seraphina walked into her parents' sitting room, there was a perfectly peaceful domestic scene - her mother pouring over case files while her father read the paper. Neither one looked up to see their daughter standing there. Jacket on, outside shoes staining the perfect carpet. Bag slung across her shoulder.

Her pulse pounded in her ears, and her hands and feet were like ice. It was as if she were underwater and deprived of all her senses. But fire roiled within her chest, hot and unrelenting. Begging to be released.

And just like that, all her perfectly practiced words disintegrated and she was left with nothing but pure rage.

Seraphina slammed her fist down on some sort of surface to her right. “How can you just fucking sit there?”

Her father’s eyes jumped up from the paper and landed on Seraphina. The same bright, crystalline blue that all the Wilders had. “How dare you use such a tone-”

Meanwhile, her mother gave a small gasp. “Seraphina Lorraine Wilder! Watch your tongue!”

“That’s what you care about?” Seraphina barked a laugh, sparks crackling at her fingertips. “Not that Caroline Davis was just sentenced to prison for defending herself against her abuser? God, I should have known you both wouldn’t care. That you’d be more offended I came in here to point out your fucking hypocrisy than the fact that an innocent woman is being unfairly punished by a society supposedly built on truth and justice!”

Her eyes flit down to the jagged scar running down the length of her forearm. A reminder of the kind of “justice” that disobedience and evil deserved. If they were willing to do that to their own child, why would they care about another young woman who was just a name to them? Caroline was just a case to solve to maintain order.

Her father was suddenly standing. Pages of the paper strewn across the carpet. “Now hold on just a moment! You’re not being reasonable. The punishment Caroline Davis received was just and fair under the law.”

Fire burned in her peripheral vision, threatening to spill forth. Desperation clawed at her insides. She wanted to scorch this whole building and bring it to the ground. The only thing that stopped her was the knowledge that if she did, she’d end up in the same situation as Caroline.

So instead, she clamped down on her fire - digging her fingernails into her palms almost hard enough to draw blood. “I’m done. I’m done with this bullshit. I’m done putting up with what you call truth and justice. I’m not joining SOTO. Find another dumbass to make your shining new recruit because it’s not going to be me.”
Seraphina had thought of all the reactions she might get from her parents. But nothing prepared her for the scene that unfolded when she uttered those words. It was like child’s play compared to when she had been caught high and naked with another girl.

“You don’t mean that. You wouldn’t dare come into my house and destroy the Wilder name in such a way.” Her father’s face contorted into a mix of rage and severe distress, tears filling his eyes and threatening to spill over.

Her mother slapped a hand over her mouth. “You’re hysterical. Stop this insanity at once.”

“No! For once in your life just shut up and listen to what I’m saying. I am not joining SOTO. I’m done. My bags are packed and I’m leaving and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

She had expected them to yell and scream. To take a knife to her arm and cut. And yet, somehow, their silence cut so deep she wasn’t sure she’d ever recover. Because for the first time, they both seemed to be small and weak. As if they knew there was nothing they could do. Perhaps it was just another manipulation tactic, but it worked.

Seraphina expected them to fight. She wanted them to fight for her. But instead, they just sat there, looking at her like she committed some heinous crime just because she wanted to. When all she had done was tell them she didn’t want to be their puppet anymore.

She wasn’t doing anything wrong. So why did the world tilt on its axis and her chest tighten so much she could barely breathe?

Tears cascaded down her father’s face in earnest as he blubbered something about the death of their lineage. Meanwhile, her mother stood, face as pale as death itself. “You’re not… you can’t… You were perfect! Wonderful! The picture of perfection and moral goodness in every way. You are not a fallen angel. You can’t be.”

Grief, anger, and disappointment cascaded over Seraphina in waves. Fallen angel. Her mother believed that rejecting SOTO somehow made her less than. A moral failure. Evil. There was no concern for her well-being. Fear that perhaps something terrible would happen to her, or that she was about to go out on her own without so much as an apartment rental. She wanted them to fight for her. Ask her to stay. But all they cared about was that she was besmirching the family name.

Because that’s all they’ve ever cared about. She was only enough for them if she lived up to their perfect standards. Only worthy if she hit that impossibly high bar. And that’s why she couldn’t stay. Why she had to do this. She had to take her bags, walk out that door, and get the hell out of Sentinel Proper. Never look back.

No matter how much doing it felt like ripping her very soul in two.

“If making my own way in this world makes me a fallen angel, then so be it. It’s better than being whatever creature you wanted me to be.” Her throat tightened and she squeezed her eyes shut to stave off the tears that threatened to burst forth. “I already have my things. Don’t come looking for me unless you’ve changed your mind.”

She spun on her heel and made a beeline for the door. Only opening her eyes when they were safely behind her. However, it wasn’t enough to block out the caterwauling coming from the two people who gave her the gift - or curse of life.

Her feet led her to the outskirts of town. A small alley blocked up by concrete and a few abandoned buildings. There she finally let herself break down. Let the flames pour forth along the inflammable rock.

And in the wake of the grief, frustration, flames, and ashes, something new was born. For better or worse, the old Seraphina Wilder was gone.
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Exhausted

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Romeratech headquarters, then her apartment in sentinel proper

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Toni Romera

Spoilered triggers for gun violence and death. Potential earlier triggers for some F-- parenting

“On the first day of christmas, my true love gave to me… a partridge in a pear tree” The music crooned over the surround sound speakers of the lavishly decorated event room, taking up most of a floor of the Romeratech Tower, a glittering view high above the city visible through the floor to ceiling windows. A young man giggled a little bit over the glass of wine he’d gotten ahold of, the red blooming across his cheeks indicating that this wasn’t the first one he’d gotten away with sneaking for the night.

“There’s so many birds in this song. Like I feel like even we don’t have the space for that many birds. It’s just cruel at that point.”

“On the second day of christmas…” Toni rolled her eyes a little bit, but they WERE up to three birds and counting. It was a lot of birds. Antonia couldn’t even keep a plant alive. She swirled her own wine glass, mostly full at this point. She’d never been a wine person, especially not with the butterflies nervously churning her stomach. With the planned announcement so close, she felt like a live wire was buried beneath her skin. “right…”

Ame’s sleeve barely rode up to his wrist as he put a hand on her shoulder, and hesitantly withdrew it just as fast as he’d decided to make the movement. They should have taken him to the tailor before the party. It had been such an exclusive invite that she hadn’t even been able to get Lys in, the least the family could do was take a blazer in for some stitching so that Amadeus didn’t look like a kid growing into a hand-me-down.

“It's fine, right? They already made the decision and everything, everybody pretty much knows.” Eyes kept darting their way and returning hurriedly to their own hushed conversations. Most of them were familiar faces to Antonia, dressed in their finest reds, golds, and blacks to give the whole room a uniform, a carefully tailored air of luxury, warm chandeliers supplemented with candle light.

Antonia grinned as she intentionally timed a scan of the crowd to meet Mrs. Albrechts eyes, sharpening into something positively wolfish when the woman straightened a bit and hurriedly returned to her conversation with her husband. Most of these people were all bluster until they were called on it, sometimes by something as simple as refusing to back down when they’d clearly been talking shit. ‘Telling tales out of school’ as her uncle would call it.

“You’re right. There isn’t a single thing any of them can do about it tonight. Except gossip like a group of school girls.” The song wasn’t loud enough to cover anything she said, she’d long learned to give up the expectation of privacy regardless. Never utter a word to another person you wouldn’t be alright appearing in a gossip rag. Amadeus nervously tugged on his already too long sleeves. A catch of the light that should have been there wasn't, and a connection clicked. She hummed a moment, digging in her pocket and producing a small, golden ring. Amadeus scrambled for it, “How did you find it?”

“You dropped it.” In the only out of the way smoking spot near the building. Even a few months ago, her criticism for his lack of attention would have been biting. Now, as long as it was her who found it, rather than Anton, the younger Romera would be fine. She’d been doing worse than sneaking off for a smoke before a fancy event at fifteen. Things had healed between them significantly since Antonia had taken her role back up. The sharp edge of resentment that had colored their interactions for years had worn down on both sides. He was just a sort of awkward teenager who never wanted any of this. Ice shot down her spine at the feeling of a hand on her back. ‘Please be Silas.’ It would be out of character for her best friend, but he was the only other person in this room she cared to talk to right then. She hadn’t seen him since the beginning of the night. The christmas music continued serenely in the background as Anton Romera’s voice sounded over her shoulder.

“The announcement is in five minutes. Both of you have embarrassed our family enough times. Be ready.” Antonia nodded, every muscle stiff.

“Of course.” Her response was immediate and automatic, and would have been punctuated with a ‘sir’ had she been younger.

Ame’s eyes narrowed, but he didn’t say anything. They were both fucked if the kid decided to start in on a battle of wills with their father. After a terse moment, Ame broke eye contact and glanced down at his wine, just realizing that he’d been caught red handed. He nodded finally, false bravado betrayed by the way he fidgeted with his jacket sleeve.

Anton looked down at him derisively, absolutely picking up on the attempted, and aborted, rebellion. “Pathetic. At least your sister can commit to her attempts to make a mockery of this family.” Anton didn’t wait around for a response. Ame took a deep breath in as their fathers back retreated into the finely dressed crowd, studiously ignoring the heads that had turned their way.

The jealousy that had pried open her ribs like a white hot knife when Ame was younger faded a little more every time she had to watch he and Anton interact. She’d always felt like a changeling child before he’d come along, always a little bit off to the people around her, doing her best to mimic anyone in proximity but always ringing hollow in her performance.

Their mother had always looked at her coldly, like Antonia was a wretched little thing she didn’t understand or want. When Amadeus was born and Konomi Romera immediately began parading around her perfect bundle of joy, resentment had sent in, and it had set in deep. She didn’t learn about her origins and her father’s affairs until much later, and by then she couldn’t stand Amadeus. It was hard to call up those feelings for the boy in front of her now, doing his best to keep his face neutral despite the crescents he was digging into the skin of his palms. It was no wonder he ran to their mother as a safe haven. Well, his mother. Konomi had stayed home despite Anton’s insistence that they present a united front as a family.

In her stilettos, she nearly dwarfed Ame, who’d inherited his mothers height, as she slung an arm around his shoulders. “Like you said, it’s fine. There’s nothing anyone can do about tonight, and then you're off the hook.” She went to ruffle his hair a bit, laughing when he squirmed and ducked out of her arm.

“Look. I know you hate it there. And I know you hate staying at school.” Ame straightened up as her voice took on a softer and more serious tone. “You should stay with me.”

Ame’s eyes lit up at the suggestion, but heads in the room turned to attention at the sound of Anton hitting his fork to the side of a wine glass, clinging crystal reverberating through the sound system. The crystal-clear sound rippled through the room, drawing the crowd's attention with practiced ease.

“I-”

“Just think about it, ok?”

A cold prickle stirred at the back of her neck as the room stilled, the festive atmosphere thickening into something more suffocating. Her nerves danced beneath her skin like electric wires short-circuiting, but she maintained a composed smile, patting Ame on the shoulder one last time and beginning to make her way toward the front of the room as she should have at her fathers first mention of the incoming announcement.

Anton raised his glass, gracefully taking a microphone from a waiting assistant. "Ladies and gentlemen," he began, his voice smooth, but even when she was on her side, Antonia knew the venom that always laced every word. "Tonight marks the beginning of a new era for RomeraTech—"

A loud crash erupted from the entrance, the sound of glass shattering, the grand double doors slammed shut with a deafening clang, locking with an ominous finality. Toni's breath caught in her throat as her heart slammed against her ribcage.

The room suddenly filled with people yelling, and milling about toward the door in confusion mind raced, trying to assess the situation, but everything seemed to move in slow motion—the confused faces in the crowd, the sudden shouts, the pounding in her ears.

Then the shots rang out.

The first crack split the air, a deafening pop followed by screams. Her wine glass slipped from her fingers, shattering against the floor, but Toni barely noticed. Her eyes darted toward her father, frozen in place for a second too long. The crowd parted around an assailant, brandishing a bloodied knife, cruder than his partners gun, so much more personal. A hand wrapped around her mouth, yanking her backwards as Ame noticed the man heading his way in the chaos.

A second shot. This one unmistakably aimed at Anton.

Her elbow made contact with her own assailants gut as they fell back into a small alcove leading to what seemed to be a space under the stage. The shout of pain in a familiar voice identified him immediately even in the dark space. Her mouth opened but words wouldn’t come out. Another burst of shots, and she crept back to the light, trading exposure for visibility. The world started spinning, the memory blurring into fear and blood and chaos, the way it always did at this point, until her whole body was falling through a void, startled into rising straight up in the dark, the last image of Ame’s lifeless eyes burned to the backs of her own eyelids.

Toni blinked into the darkness of the room, the rush in her ears calming to silence, not even Lysanders usual breathing to account for. Figures, he’d said he’d be back, she never had that one unless she was alone.

“K, room lights, dim.” Her voice was thick with sleep, and she rolled her shoulders to gradually loosen up her stiff body. The artificial intelligence behind her home automation didn’t respond verbally, but did raise the bedside lamps to a soft warm glow.
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Series of Bombings Destroy Several Sentinel City Areas
A new villain seems to be on the horizon-- are the city's heroes good enough to keep them at bay?






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The day feels heavy, as if the sky itself is sinking under the weight of the rain clouds that have loomed over Sentinel City since dawn. A drizzle began early in the afternoon, soft at first, but gaining a relentless rhythm as it drags on, the kind of rain that seems to close in the world, making everything feel small, claustrophobic. By 3:30 PM, the atmosphere shifts sharply. The quiet hum of life—the buzz of hovercars, distant voices, the hum of technology—stops.

Then, the first explosion hits.

A wave of heat and force shreds through the city. For a moment, it’s disorienting, as if time itself has slowed, and then, another bomb goes off. Then another.

The Red Court is making their mark.

In the heart of the city, among the towering skyscrapers and sprawling tech hubs, the bombs are more than just an attack—they’re a declaration, a vicious introduction by a new villain syndicate intent on staking their claim in Sentinel City. Their mission is clear: eradicate non-mutants. Any other casualties are merely collateral damage. Disguised in pristine white robes and grotesque animal masks, the members of the Red Court lurk in the crowds, positioned in groups of two or three, ready to set their deadly plan in motion. Their leader, a figure draped in the eerie elegance of a stag mask, directs the chaos with cold precision. The bombs go off like clockwork, and once the city is reeling in panic, the Red Court slips away, blending into the frantic crowds, their disguises abandoned as they disappear among the masses. No one can stop them now.

Across the city, the impact ripples out. Reactions vary, but no one is untouched by the destruction.

The Society of Truth and Order is in the middle of an investigation when the bombs strike. Their focus had been on the Myriad, a powerful organization they’ve long suspected of hiding corruption beneath their seemingly lawful surface. But the explosions force them to reroute all efforts. What began as a mission to expose the Myriad’s secrets has turned into a race against time to stop a greater evil. SOTO members are quick to mobilize, but the timing of the attack is suspicious, too well-coordinated. Could the Myriad somehow be connected?

And the Myriad, hiding behind their well-polished image, watches from the shadows. SOTO’s investigation into them had been gaining momentum, but now, with the bombs stealing the spotlight, the Myriad can breathe a little easier—for now. But they know this isn’t over. The bombs may not have been their doing, but they’re too well-timed to be mere coincidence. While they scramble to maintain their public façade of lawfulness, the deeper truth lingers—how much do they know? And how much will they use the chaos to their advantage?

Meanwhile, Ragtag, stationed near the city’s conference hall, finds themselves far too close to the blasts. They’d been keeping an eye on rumors of a coup from the Magpies, but the explosions cut through their plans like a knife. Dust and debris fill the air, and suddenly, survival is all that matters. The hunt for information becomes irrelevant in the face of the real danger that surrounds them.

At TEC, the annual auditions for Majestic and Team Demise are underway. Usually, the auditions are more for spectacle than anything else, a way to put the city’s potential heroes and villains on display. But when the bombs go off, the stakes change. The young recruits—many with promising abilities—are thrust into a real-life crisis far beyond what they expected. For Majestic, this is a chance to step up, to prove that they’re more than just a glorified sideshow. But the question hangs heavy in the air—can they handle it? Will they rise to the challenge, or will the city’s need for real heroes expose their inadequacies? At the Enrichment Center, the chaos has yet to hit. It’s one of the few places still intact. As the bombings ravage the city, TEC becomes a refuge for survivors, victims seeking shelter from the destruction outside. But Team Demise, branded as villains, now faces an internal conflict. This isn’t a game anymore. Should they help? Should they stay out of it? Their place in the city is suddenly in question, and the lines between villain and hero blur more than ever.

RomeraTech, hosting a major product unveiling at the time of the attacks, descends into chaos. Among the audience is Greenfield, a special guest invited to witness the reveal of RomeraTech’s latest innovation for mutants. But as the bombs rip through the city, the unveiling becomes a nightmare. Alarms scream through the building as security systems collapse. Amidst the confusion, the Magpies make their move. They’d been eyeing RomeraTech’s product for weeks, ready to steal what they suspect is a bioweapon. And now, with the building’s security crippled, they have their perfect window.

Meanwhile, the Red Court watches from afar, their plan unfolding perfectly. They’ve made their statement. Sentinel City is now their hunting ground, and non-mutants are their prey. The city’s fragile peace is shattered, replaced by a new and terrifying reality.

The rain continues to fall, now mingled with smoke and ash, and the once-bustling city streets lie in ruin. The people of Sentinel City are left to pick up the pieces, unaware that this is just the beginning. The storm has only just begun, and as the city descends into chaos, one question echoes through the air: who will rise to face the darkness, and who will be consumed by it?













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sexy

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TEC classroom

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Hero Suit! https://d2bzx2vuetkzse.cloudfront.net/fit-in/0x700/outfits/acd6e048-99ae-41d8-b116-9a202116c049.png

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Lysander

The occasional crash that reverberated through the almost empty halls of TEC indicated that auditions were still in full swing. No one was around to hear the clatter of the jar of pencils Lysander knocked onto the linoleum tile as he crowded Ann up against the desk of the first empty and unlocked room they’d found. Lips locked with hers, Lys fumbled with the zipper on his jacket, the little metal bit catching on the dyed leather as he tried to shake it off. The adrenaline of sneaking off with her at a work event was unmatched, even by their encounters at her place after a guild fight. Lysander knew she had him a little bit whipped too, a knowing look from her across the gym where they were supposed to be judging a young hopeful, and all notions of consequences grew wings and fled from his brain.

It wasn’t like Rowen was about to ask for his input on auditions anyway. Despite the prevailing, albeit founded, belief that he would just recommend the hot ones, Lys did have a decent head for strategy and power synergy. He just didn’t even a little bit when presented with the much more fun task of exposing as much of Ann’s soft, flawless skin as he could get away with.

He shifted the angle that he had his hips pressed against the desk, and a hard corner dug into his upper thigh from his pocket. Right. He pulled back from her to dig out the velvet box.

“I got you something, by the way.” It wasn’t really characteristic of him, but he’d always been a better friend than boyfriend. Not that his other hand on Ann’s thigh exactly indicated platonic friendship, but he didn’t want to think of it as a romantic gesture either. Bribery maybe? He handed her the box to open.

Inside was nestled what Lys was pretty sure was supposed to be hand jewelry. It had looked good on the display at the store, like the ones he’d seen people start wearing around lately as one of those new microtrends. It had a delicate spider charm, connected with a series of chains and rings to make a web across the wearer's hand. He’d tried to figure out how it was supposed to go after buying it, and had ended up giving up and putting it back in the box.
“It goes with your whole ‘silk’ thing. It looked like the kind of weird fashion thing you’d want to try.”

Honestly, Lysander dressed well, but he’d never really understood the mini-trends or fashion statements Ann liked to jump on. Any time he got her anything it was about a 50/50 shot that she’d find it horribly tacky. And then sometimes, it seemed like being horribly tacky was in itself some new fashion. She’d just pawn it off if she didn’t like it anyway.
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Ivina didn’t know what she’d expected the inside of the Myriad headquarters to look like, but it was clear they had been expected for a while. Rarely did anything concrete trace back to them, but the latest dropped body was simply the latest in a long line of small slights that had built up SOTO’s mostly circumstantial file of evidence.

Ivy’s regulation black boots tread silently down the hall as they waited for Myriad leadership to join them. She was trying to break her habit of pacing, it gave away nerves. Ivina hardly wanted to speak to Viktor, or anyone else in the higher rankings for that matter, but she wasn't getting official access to anyone else in the building without the man's approval. Interrogating him was useless, with or without his power he wasn't giving anything up. Officially, they were here for a friendly informational interview, surveying anyone of interest in the case of a recent death , and trying to gather any statements and alibis they could. She was mostly banking on Shiloh’s power identifying a weak point to exploit later in the investigation.

Ivina didn't try and make conversation with her teammates, but she did get a handle on her pacing, settling on standing in a corner with a good view of the rest of the room they were waiting in. She did stay conspicuously close to her teammates, enough at least that she could transfer a patch of armor to them within about a stride. Her body stayed tense and ready to do so, despite the lack of imminent threat.
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Unaware of it and doing so subconsciously, Shiloh's eyes followed the pacing of his guildmate, his azure hues weaving in and out in an almost figure eight fashion with the trails she walked in the squeaky clean shoes that were so familiar to them all. He wouldn't dare to say it out loud to her, but Ivy's heartbeat was thumping in his ears - another accidental sensation he tended to pick up on - and the anxious rhythm quickened the pace of his own. While not often a fraidy-cat, there was something about standing in the nest of the Myriad guild, waiting for anyone to throw them a bone that was entirely too unsettling to him. Perhaps it was the delirious pessimism that often creeped it's way through his brain, but Shiloh felt a sense of apprehension about it all. And realistically-- What if he wasn't enough? What if these people were so good at lying and scheming that he would never be able to catch their cues. At the thought, his head dropped backwards from his shoulders and he gave a shortened sigh of contempt.
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The air was crisp, sterile, filled with the quiet hum of technology. His eyes scanned the pristine building, taking in the design, though his mind was already elsewhere. His fingers curled around the pen he had forgot to leave at headquarters, clicking the top rhythmically without a thought. The subtle click click click provided a subtle comfort as he walked further into the building, the sounds of his fellow SOTO members murmuring instructions barely registering in his ears.

He followed silently behind Shiloh, who was following Ivy. It felt like some weird congo line where he was sure none of them really knew how to deal with Myriad. Vasariah knew something was off. But that was just common sense. Most establishments of this size did not get to where they are without blood on their hands. He didn’t need an angel whispering in his ear to weigh their sins to know Myriad was lying. But liars were annoying. They were slippery.

Vasariah knew it was going to be a long day and he was already mourning the loss of his alone time where he could indulge in his delusions and read stories. His eyes swept across the space in a subconscious glare. He landed on Shiloh in front of him showing a display of…unease? Was Ivy nervous as well? Their teammates? Should he be nervous too?

He was socially aware enough to know when words of encouragement would be appropriate. His voice came out a quiet whisper, intended just for his teammates, “Take a breath, it’s okay. This won’t be our last chance to get them.”
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Vasariah's comment caught Ivina off guard for a moment. She was glad he was aware of that at least. Usually when newer members got their first taste of a big case they were all too eager to dive all the way in above their heads. The Myriad case might be new enough to her, but her family had been on the other side of investigations like these. Ivy knew exactly the kind of danger they risked if they slipped a toe out of protocol, likely why she'd been added to supervise this field mission directly. As far as she knew, Cassandra was the only one in the organization who knew the details of her past, though they'd worked together for long enough that she'd honestly be surprised if Shiloh didn't have his suspicions.

"Thank you Vasariah. Remember. We're not here to get a collar today. Anything at all that either of you pick up on that we can use later is helpful."













 






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  • tw: suicide, drugs

    The fight had been a wash. Whether she was still in a tailspin over the previous night or thrown off by the knowledge that he still watched her streams, Karl quite literally caught her with her pants down. She expected him to do well, but the moment he used her own wires against her was the moment she decided she wanted to kill him and the moment she lost. Swept up in her shame, Silk lost her composure and ended up losing.

    Vaguely she considered killing herself in front of everyone to forever change the trajectory of their lives. It would boost her ratings and postmortem merchandise sales. But she was no bitch.

    While she'd never been humble in victory, she was gracious in defeat and threw her Tekpad in the ocean to prevent herself from looking at social media. Obviously, she phoned a friend and had it retrieved, but by then she was too high on ketamine to do more than laugh at all the edits made at her expense.

    It was better than going on a thirty-tweet coke rant.

    To: Carl (don’t pick up)
    3:45am Good Game fuckhead.
    3:45am So what's my punishment?

    It was all too poetic that Karl would take the passion she valued the most and make it about himself, which meant that he had no hand in the creative process. She wore a Parody crop top, a Parody hat, Parody joggers, and was even given a sign to advertise his social media accounts. Very briefly, she considered burning down all of his merchandise warehouses and framing The Red Court, but that seemed disproportionate to something like this.

    She'd stick to silently manifesting their destruction.

    For the first hour of auditions at The Enrichment Center, Ann alternated between receiving words of consolation and awkward stares.

    It's just one match! @KappaKnight39 You fell off.

    She'd get him next year! @NotPaordy: Just retire!

    You're still our villain! @OrangeJuheelis Juice is better!

    Silk hid the invasive thoughts behind a cheeky smile, twirling the sign while Parody greeted new hopefuls.

    From across the room Ann caught a familiar face and shot him a devious smile. What was a day to three years in the industry? What was a prison to an inmate if her warden wasn't paying attention? It took only a moment for her to devise the perfect scheme to help her get over the loss.

    Once Karl strayed towards some gushing fans, she tossed her sign away and gestured towards the hallway opposite of the fanmeet area. It was all too poetic that the classroom she and Karl once escaped to was the one she now used to escape him (which she totally planned for because she was a creative genius).

    With Lysander flush against her body, the thorn in her side disappeared, replaced by the faux velvet box he pulled from his back pocket.

    "Aw, but I didn't get you anything!" She pouted, before before putting on the next centerpiece of all her outfits. On the surface, it was a series of gold chains linked in the middle with a spider charm, a few ruby and sapphire nodes, and six cuffs (one for each finger and her wrist). But by shine, she knew the jewels to be moissanite and by the subtlest use of her power, for the metal to be gold plated steel. It was nothing she hadn't seen before, but having both her theming and his colors made it her new favorite accessory (at least until the next best thing came along).

    "You know me so well." Ann's clothes unraveled, the symbol of her frenemy ripping in half and sliding off the desk. She tugged on Lysander's jacket, ready to turn it back to leather--and then the first bomb hits.

    The shock reverberated through the building, eliciting a "what the fuck" from the blonde woman before she stared at the window.

    Ash and debris fell from the buildings, poisoning the rain gray. Even through TEC's reinforced walls, she could hear the second and third wave in the distance.

    She almost wanted to laugh at the irony of the situation; there was no way this was happening when she finally had some reprieve. There was no way, that her next thought while sneaking off with her best friend's fiance would be:

    "Lys, where's Toni?"




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The atmosphere buzzed with anticipation, a mix of excitement and nervous energy as hopefuls took the stage. With the annual auditions underway, it was an opportunity for Karl to scout potential recruits, but mostly new abilities to observe. This was his version of Christmas, and every starry-eyed fresh-faced hero or villain wannabe was his gift to unwrap. To top it all off, he could see Ann at the corner of his eyes looking better than ever, with his name plastered all over her clothes. He could still remember the look on her face the moment he won their previous fight. He saved that particular memory for when he’s feeling down and needed a quick pick-me-up. Karl made his viewers choose the punishment and they settled on making her wear only Parody merchandise on the upcoming auditions. It seemed that viewers really are a mirror of their favorite streamer because Karl thought it was the perfect punishment as well.

Multiple people came by to congratulate him for his win, some he suspects wasn’t even here to audition and just dropped by to see the villain. There was a place for everything and the impromptu fan-meet that formed out of nowhere was starting to get out of hand. It started out with one person asking for an autograph and before he knew it, a line formed in front of him, longer than usual thanks to his most recent achievement. While he appreciated the support, he didn’t want a scolding from Miranda for causing a scene, so he had to wave them off after the 27th autograph. Once the crowd had dispersed, Karl was supposed to make his way towards Ann to ask her how she’s holding up—with no underlying intention and only as a concerned team member of course, but the woman was nowhere to be seen.

‘I haven’t even taken a photo yet.’

Instead, Karl walked back to his post beside Neve as he continued to eye people who piqued his interest. He had a habit—it's more of a game really, of guessing someone’s ability just by their appearance alone. First there was a short girl all the way at the back of the line, barely visible save for her striking white hair and equally eye-catching costume of navy-blue jumpsuit with streaks of silver. Her erratic movements, almost like pure lightning was injected into her veins, definitely caught his attention. Near the front was another figure, the complete opposite with their bulging muscles and intimidating height. It was as if Hercules snorted protein powder for breakfast and won a lifetime coupon for steroids in a random alley on the outskirts of Sentinel City. It was hard not to stare, especially with their preferred costume of a singlet that left nothing to the imagination.

A sudden explosion took Karl’s attention away and the vibrations that followed shook him to his core. At first, he thought it was simply an accident caused by a candidate, overeager to show off their skills. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time someone pushed themselves to their limits in hopes of impressing. But then a second, bigger explosion followed soon then after. The enclosed room with multiple mutants similarly exploded with activity. People rushed to get out of the place, while some made their own exit. It was a cacophony of madness with abilities being used left and right that Karl would’ve jumped out of his feet in excitement only if they weren’t under attack.

“I’m going to figure out what’s going on.” Karl gave Neve a stern nod before seemingly melting into his own shadow away from the stampede as he quickly made his way outside the building. Neve’s ability was one of Karl’s favorites. A rush of adrenaline always accompanied him when he used it and it’s just so damn cool. There was a certain warmth in darkness as it embraced him away from harm and the world passed by him in a blur. It was a similar feeling to being submerged in water only without the panic of drowning.

If the gymnasium was a mess, outside was pure chaos as black smoke filled the air alongside screams of terror. It was easy enough to follow the source of the smoke. Along the way, however, he spotted a child in the middle of a crowd getting pushed around, eyes darting around to find their guardian. With no time to waste, Parody emerged from the shadow of a nearby tree and sacrificed half his shirt to extend a thread towards the kid before pulling them to safety. He swore he heard them scream, but hey, it was better than being trampled. Once the kid was safe on the sidewalk—albeit looking a bit traumatized, Parody dived back under and continued to make his way towards the area where people were moving away from.



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"All set."
The voice rang through Viv's phone, no response was needed, so she taps the end button. Each bomb had been planted across the city in various locations, guaranteeing an eventful day for the city, and especially The Red Court. It was the day of their debut, and it was definitely go off with a bang.

Viviana began to get ready, dressing herself in her typical fashion, leaning towards the more comfortable side. She would have to move quickly during the event, as to escape any particularly dangerous situations. Quickly, she finishes up, and puts in her ear piece, checking for feedback to confirm it was on. Her last task was to text Vera, double checking their meet up spot down the street from SOTO Headquarters.

I'm heading out. See you in 10.


Shutting the door behind her, Viv makes her way to the train, bobbing and weaving through the crowds of people, hoping to catch a train as quickly as possible. As soon as she arrived to the platform, one arrived, it became almost immediately crowded. Viviana made sure to get a spot closest to the doors, squeezing past other passengers, assuming her position, ready to dart.

The train comes to a slow, yet smooth stop, opening the doors and releasing a flood of pedestrians into the city center. Viv's pace picks up as she sees an opening in the crowd, making a B-line for the meet up point. She stared down the SOTO Headquarters, imagining the chaos that was about to ensue. After spotting Vera, she approaches her, giving a silent nod, with a smile, dons the signature white robe, and places her mask over her face.

"It's finally time."
Raising her hand to her ear, activating the ear piece.
"Fox and Rabbit in place."
And with those words, the echoing of explosions could be heard in the distance.

The pair's target was the last on the list, leaving the most devastating explosion for last. She stares at the building that is a couple blocks away from the two,
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The event suite on the first floor bustled with activity. Antonia had as little to do with the business end of Romeratech as possible these days, it had always been the lab and events like this that she loved, arguing with outdated idiots in board rooms just made it possible unfortunately. Any time that she got to focus on her research and development and project management duties over stocks and business plans and contracts made her feel almost giddy. Her step had a certain lightness to it as she made her way across the bright, clean, hall. High security, modern and minimalist, like just about everything she’d had a chance to renovate in the tower.
The event wasn’t a large one, they weren’t ready for a massive public reveal, and Toni wasn’t ready to open the doors of the Rotech Tower to just anyone. An experimental drug held a lot of promise, but it was too volatile for the public as is. The exhibit was private, stakeholders only, with Greenfield invited under the cloak and dagger of a staggering NDA. Just because the event was smaller, didn’t mean they’d spared any expense. Staffing a party to unveil a top secret experimental mutant drug had been a challenge, but she’d had minimal fires to put out so far. They were right on schedule, the food was great, the first plenary had gone well, investors and Greenfielders both seemed entertained, and no accidental brushes of skin had told her otherwise. Her hand reached up to nervously smooth her hair, but aborted the motion halfway through before she could inadvertently touch the perfectly slicked back platinum strands. In the absence of anything else to spend it’s energy on, her hand gave an awkward little shake, as if brushing off the compulsion by force.
The day was perfect, and to keep it that way, she needed to find Silas and their next presenter. Yusuf had handled much of the day to day biochem work of the main project on display today, and would be doing much of the explanations and answering as many questions as possible. At least Silas’s height made him easy to pick out amongst the throng of people. Of course as soon as she managed to set eyes on her right hand, there was a hand on her arm. Thank fuck for the sleeves of her blazer, she could only detect very little psychic transference when met with the eyes of Mr. Calloway. For priding themselves on good form and good breeding, these people sure had no sense of personal space sometimes. Part of her fumed knowing that an investor like Calloway would never have had the audacity to try the same thing with her father, but she tamped it down with an iron focus on the moment at hand. The connection went both ways and she didn’t want to enrage the man.
“Ms. Romera,” he started in, and she cut him off.
“Doctor.” She didn’t snap at him, although given the surprised look on his face, she was sure that’s how he would recount the interaction later. It was a newer title, she didn’t usually enforce it with people she liked.
“What?” Ah the face of a man unaccustomed to being corrected.
“It’s Doctor Romera. Gregory, if you have a business concern, we can make some time before Monday’s meeting. Unfortunately right now, we have a tight event schedule to keep. You understand.” The man stared at her like a fish for just a moment.
“I. Right, I’ll have my assistant schedule something with yours.” She nodded and clapped him on the shoulder. If she’d been Anton, or maybe even Ame, he would have done that in the first place.


“That’s the spirit. Enjoy the show.”
She stalked off brusquely, dodging another near encounter before actually reaching her target, coming up behind Silas and placing a hand on his elbow.
“Just about showtime.”

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Miranda had found it a rather odd feeling, the first time she strode through the doors of the Enrichment Center as Team Demise Captain. It felt like an act of defiance, in a way. During her teen years at the Center she hadn't been held in high regard, and admittedly she was quite a terror. She hadn't wanted to be there anyway, much more intent on teaching herself how to use her own powers. After all, who knew the reaches of her mind better than herself?

Clearly she did just find for herself, considering the position she was currently in and the fact that she was thriving. Her fourth year in the guild, and third year of being the leader felt like an unmeasurable success.

The Enrichment Center had a location off to the side for auditions. It was a gym of sorts, decked out with as many safety precautions as they could assume they needed: drains for water powers, sprinklers for fire powers, bullet proof glass, etc. There was seating off the the side for the captains, where Miranda sat next to her assistant captain, both in full uniform. Miri was behaving, for now, more intent on eyeing their new recruits than bickering with Rex today. "How do you think the prospects will look this year? Better than last year, I hope." The year before had been practically dismal in her opinion.

Rex knew she should have been paying attention to Tempy. This whole audition process was important of course, it was to select the new 'villains' of Demise, and the new heroes of Majestic. It was her job was vice captain to be one of the people who told them no or yes, but something kept drawing her away, more like someone.

She had never been in The Enrichment Center when she was younger. No she was from the slums of course, no one would even know her face, so when she walked in, she ignored all the looks and went to the location the auditions were being held, and set down but not before noticing the girl that had been stuck on her mind more then once.

Margot.

Every time she smiled, something in Rex froze and it had her completely zoned out, to the fact that she didn't even noticed that her partner, Tempy was right now was speaking with her. She turned to her and nodded. "Yea, mhm should be better, yea" She mumbles as she turns her head back to the woman who was drawing her attention every time she spoke.

This time, Rex was lucky that Miranda was only half listening to what her response was going to be. She was a little locked inside her own head, focused on their surroundings, and trying actively to ignore the presence of Team Majestic. They were a rather annoying group, not that her own was much better with the presence of all the girls on their team. Miranda had a hard enough time tolerating them, much less the boisterous group of heroes sharing the space with them.

"They better be. I swear to god if we don't get some more talent on this team, I'm going to lose it." Not that her team wasn't talented. She'd never admit it aloud unless it was during one of her Captain speeches that she dreaded but knew were necessary. She was talking quiet enough for only Rex to hear, but shot a face towards Edmund. She should have made a point to sit beside him-- but appearances were everything, and she really did trust Rex's opinion on the new recruits.

She darted her gaze over to her Assistant Captain, only to see her actively paying attention to... literally not the conversation at hand. "What are you even looking at?" She hissed, then craned her neck to match Rex's gaze. She couldn't pinpoint exactly who she was looking at, but it was clearly someone on Team Majestic. "Tsk! Seriously?" She turned back around to sulk in her chair, arms crossed haughtily.

Rex snorts as she finally turns to her oh so fearless leader sulking. "Nothing, just off in my own head. Don't mind me." She uses her best willpower to not look back as she hears Margot's voice behind her. "Listen, they will be bullshit unless we train them. They are babies and don't understand shit yet." She told her softly. "Worry less about talent, and worry more about whether we can turn them into spies or actors who can even act the fucking part of the play we put on for the city."

She tells her with a coldness in her eyes. "We need liars, we need people who can hide behind a mask and not break a single piece until the end." Rex tells her with a stare that could only be coldness. She knew what they needed wasn't talent, it was people who can lie about who they truly are without thinking about the consequences or knowing them and doing it anyway. As she turned back her attention to the girl who has something about her that draws her in.

She finishes her thought "Who can lie to themselves about who they are without feeling the pain in their hearts. "

Miranda knew there was truth in what Rex was saying, but she didn't really care to admit it. "Still best if they've got badass powers though. Not much we'd be able to do with powers that aren't showy and big, you know that. Liars are good, but performers are better." She scanned the room, some of the applicants had come pouring in. Miranda would have preferred them come in one by one, private auditions. But the Center liked to use it as a learning opportunity as well. Small price to pay for the utilization of their facility, she supposed.

Her ears pricked as she listened to Rex. "Someone seems a little introspective today." She peered over her way again. "And distracted. Are you going to be able to focus or not? Should I get someone else by my side to help make decisions today, or are you just going to ogle the enemy?"

Rex snorts "Of course they need badass powers, but none of them better outshine you no?" She teased her as she turns back to her. "Liars are what make performers babe, they lie and act the part to perfection. That's what we are, liars. " She told her with an smirk on her face as she shakes her head.

"I'm listening, just got my eye on someone right now. " She told her truthfully. "It's not ogling, and must I remind you that they are not the enemy, they are our oh so wonderful partners Tempy, it's so like you to get jealous" She laughs softly, as she turns to hear Margot say something. "I'm here aren't I? Doesn't that count for something? Or will you like my oh so wanting attention all on you darling?"
Miranda felt the tips of her ears turn warm, a slight hint of embarrassment creeping at the corners of her mood. "Do whatever you want. As long as your eyes are on the recruits when auditions start, then I don't give a fuck what you do." She turned her nose up and rolled her eyes.

"Partners. Laughable. They don't care about anyone but themselves and how they look. Heroes my ass." She muttered, mostly to herself, but still loud enough for Rex to hear. Team Demise and Team Majestic were built to be rivals, but no one seemed to hate Team Majestic more than Miranda.

Rex smirks a little. "Oh is our fearless leader embarrassed? I see the tips of your ears turning red? " She shook her head laughing softly as she turns her attention back to Margot. "Trust me, my attention is on the auditions...once they start but right now my attention is on something a bit more important."

"And Madam President Tempy, must I let you know that some of them aren't terrible. You just hate them just like I do because they get to be heroes all the time while we get painted as villains. But isn't that what we chose?" Rex adds with a smirk. "They get to care, and we do not. That's the rules of our game isn't it?"
"I don't give a shit about being a hero, Shadow. If I'd wanted to be a hero I'd have had plenty of opportunities to do so." Her words were biting, her voice was sharp. "Seems to me like the one yearning to be one now is you. Looking their way so wistfully." She was telling the truth, she'd never had a desire to be a hero. Merely-- something other.

Something different than what she'd been before. With freedom to do as she pleased. Being on Demise, other than the various shows of power here and there, Miranda was free. She wasn't at the behest of the Myriad anymore. That was all she cared about. But, of course, Rex didn't know that.

"Tempest, you and me both know that I cannot be a hero, not after all I have done." Rex snapped at her as she turns her with cold eyes "I don't have a choice in the matter, being a hero was never a choice for me. " Her eyes turned back to the girl on her mind. "We've both made our choice haven't we?"

Rex has never be given a choice on what she wanted, even as a child. All she was someone to use, for someone to use like a battery. She didn't get the choice to be more, so she chose instead to be the bad guy because she knew how to play the role, hell she could have written the lines and she has at some point. She was the bad guy and she could never forget that.

Shame crept it's way into her gut, settling heavy in her stomach and making her sick. Rex was right, she knew just how impossible it would be for her to become a hero considering her circumstances. Still, Miri was stubborn, and continued to hold her nose high. She might have removed herself from the Myriad, but the high-class brat never left her system.

Pride kept her from making apologies, from an expression of regret. Instead, she stood by her mentality. "Tsk, whatever. Then seal your fate and stop wanting what you can't have." Now she was being cruel, the words spilled out of her before she could catch them, making a mess on the proverbial floor between them.

"Tempest, haven't I already sealed my fate the moment I chose to be a spy." Rex told her harshly as she stood up. Tired of this conversation. Of her cruel words. The mask on her face never showing on deep her words affected her. The coldness on her face, the blank look in her eyes never showing how hurt that she was from those words.

"I stopped wanting what I couldn't have the moment I signed those papers. The moment I made that deal. I have made my choice, you don't need to remind me of what I stopped wanting. I will be back." She said to her quietly with coldness in her voice and walked away. Her eyes glaring at everyone who dared to even look at her. She didn't want anyone to see her break. Especially not that partner of hers.




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It had been a long awaited day for Vera. She had been pent up in her casino for far too long that she forgot the thrill of what the court had to offer. In all honesty, she faded a bit from that thrill ever since him. Her late companion and ex-leader. It was evident his absence left a void inside the female that simply brought out the worst of the worst from within her. That being said, Vera, despite stepping down from the leadership pedestal two years ago, still vowed to keep her loyalty to her comrades of the Red Court much like the symbol that was etched on the skin of the tip of her amputated finger. It was time to ring Sentinel City up with their beloved and tailored presents.

Here she was... in the heart of the city, Sentinel Proper. At first nothing but a common citizen, walking through the crowd. The ride was not long with the train, however, she had always been an early riser. She could never be too careful. Scouting the area even to notice that SOTO's finest were evacuating the HQ to follow their own leads. Perfect. It was more thrilling to know they should come back to their homebase burnt to crisp, nothing but a black fumed mess. Vera stood near the edge of the city center, calm amidst the swirling crowd. She felt the weight of the day pressing against her, but unlike the ordinary citizens, who remained blissfully unaware of the disaster ticking beneath their feet, she reveled in the anticipation. The Red Court had been preparing for this moment for months. Every detail, every plan, was coming together perfectly.

As she waited for Viviana to arrive, she allowed herself a moment to savor the tension in the air.
"The calm before the storm,"
she mused, her fingers toying with the Joker card in her pocket. A signature she always left in the aftermath. The chaos about to unfold was more than just an explosion of physical destruction; it was an assertion of power, a reminder to Sentinel City that no one could escape the reach of the Red Court. It was their time.

She felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. It was Viviana. Her partner for this victorious day,
'Already here, see you. x'


With that, Vera scanned for the nearest opening to the closest alley to get herself set up. Letting her blonde strands cover the front of her face as she maneuvered through the crowd with less ease than before. Yet, the comfort of an alley was fulfilling than the crowds. The female activated the ear piece that was embedded in her ear for ease of communication with the other members that were stationed at each bomb location. Theirs was the SOTO HQ, the last location to be activated as her other finger hovered very dangerously over the trigger button of the remote that was in her pocket. Ah, the remote that held the finale. Got to save the best for last and all that jazz, right?

The female stopped toying with the remote and got herself ready as time was moving fast. Adorning her current clothing now was a white robe that hid the crimson of her outfit perfectly. Tying the golden locks away from her face and into a lower bun, she took out her bone mask (click), her animal was a white rabbit. Lowering the bone mask over her facial features, she lifted the hood to cover the back of her head so now no trace of her was visible to the public eye, trusting her companion was no doubt in the same attire on top.

Viviana approached her, moving through the crowd with a silent determination. Vera noticed the flicker of excitement in her eyes as she came closer, the tension in her body evident even behind her casual mask. Vera greeted her with a nod, a knowing smirk tugging at her lips. Viv was ready, as always. The calm, controlled exterior only betrayed by the tiniest twitch of nerves. Noticing her alerting the others with their position, Vee slid her hand inside the pocket where the lovely red button was feeling all too familiar under the skin of her thumb. All too tempting.

The moment those words left Viv's lips and her question to the distance, the city quaked. Distant explosions echoed through the streets, a perfect symphony of destruction. Vera felt a rush of adrenaline at the sound, a familiar thrill coursing through her veins.
"Wait, wait..."
she placed a hand behind an imaginative ear as if emphasizing the fact she needed to hear something more before the second explosion rung... then the third. It was pure chaos before she started to hear the screaming panic, the sirens wailing, the crowd they were threading panicking as the bombs only got closer.
"Ahhh, there it is. Doesn't it all sound so melodious, fox?"
she braced as she giggled like a goof.

Her eyes narrowed slightly as she glanced down the street toward SOTO Headquarters, their final target. The building loomed like an immovable force, oblivious to the chaos about to consume it. Viv's question about their distance registered again, but Vera barely flinched. She had anticipated every outcome. Calculated each detail. Measuring? That was a technicality for others to worry about.
“Half a mile away, hmm?”
Vera mused, her tone as sharp as ever, but with a hint of playful mockery.
“Babes, we’ve been in this game too long to worry about trivial things like safe distances, don't you think?”
She let the grin spread across her face, her lips curling with dark amusement.
“You know I love a good show! If we’re too close, at least we’ll go out in style,”
she cackled. Anyone who was close to Vera knew that she took everything as a joke, it did not matter if it was her own life.

The words were meant to ease Viv’s tension, but they also carried the weight of truth. Vera didn’t care if they were close. She didn’t care if the blast touched them. The chaos, the destruction - it was all part of the dance. A game she’d been playing her entire life, and she would win, no matter the cost.

Turning her head slightly, she studied Viv’s expression, the mask doing little to hide the intensity behind her eyes.
"But if it makes you feel better..."
she added, her tone softening slightly, though still dripping with mischief,
"... we’re far enough. Trust me. Maybe a little bit less than a mile."


"Let’s not waste time,"
her voice dropping to a low whisper as she took one step forward, her eyes never leaving the building.
"The city’s burning, darling. We wouldn’t want to miss the grand finale, would we?"
And with that, Vera began to move, the sound of sirens blaring in the distance. Each step she took was deliberate, calculated, the thrill of impending chaos fueling her. She didn’t need to check if Viv was following, she could feel her best friend's presence, their shared purpose a steady beat in her chest.

As they approached the point where the devastation would unfold, Vera's heart raced with satisfaction. This was their moment. The Red Court was making its last mark, and the world would never be the same.

"Let's finish this,"
she whispered to herself, her lips still carrying the ghost of a smile from their earlier game before she pressed the detonator and the last bomb went out setting SOTO's headquarters up into a sharp loud bang.

The final bomb, planted with surgical precision at the heart of the headquarters, was no ordinary explosive. It was a masterpiece of destruction; a device engineered not just to demolish but to inspire dread. This bomb wasn’t just about leveling a building; it was about sending a message, a testament to the Red Court’s absolute power.

Inside, the bomb was built in layers, each stage meticulously arranged to maximize impact. The core consisted of military-grade explosives, enough force to blast through concrete, steel, and glass. Surrounding the core were volatile chemical compounds, chosen specifically to ignite on impact, creating a firestorm that would burn hot and fast, consuming everything in its path. Embedded within the device were smaller charges, strategically placed to produce shockwaves that would ripple outward, shattering windows and reverberating through the streets. This was no accident; the blast would echo, creating a wave of destruction designed to leave Sentinel City quaking in its wake. Much like it did.

When the bomb went off, Vera felt it in her bones. The initial blast roared through the city, a deafening explosion that shook the ground beneath her feet, sending a shockwave that even she couldn’t entirely brace against. From the distance the pair were, she staggered slightly, feeling the blast’s power reverberate through her chest, tightening her lungs with a force that felt almost physical. The air around her thickened with heat and smoke, filling her senses with the bitter, electric scent of burning chemicals.

For a split second, she felt a thrill unlike anything else, a pulse of pure, unadulterated power. The world around her seemed to slow, as if caught in the gravity of the explosion, each flicker of fire, every spark, reflecting in her wide, exhilarated eyes. The bomb’s effect wasn’t merely external; it seeped into her, awakening something deep within her that craved chaos, reveled in the power to destroy.

As the fireball blossomed in the distance, lighting up the evening sky in a violent hue of red and orange, Vera couldn’t resist a low, breathy chuckle as her eyes searched to Viv's before bursting out into a fit of laughter. The devastation she had orchestrated was unfolding perfectly, an inferno of destruction blooming just as they had envisioned. But there was something more... a thrill that thrummed through her veins, mingling with a rare and dangerous satisfaction. This was a work of art.

But the aftershock hit hard, sending debris and shattered glass flying into the air as the shockwave reached them. She instinctively turned, shielding her face with an arm as well as Viv's, feeling the grit of dust and tiny shards scratch against her skin, tiny flecks cutting into her neck and hands. A surge of adrenaline hit her, her heart pounding in rhythm with the chaos unfolding around her. For a brief, surreal moment, she felt vulnerable. A small in the face of the colossal force they had unleashed. The realization was thrilling, intoxicating even.

As the dust settled, she lowered her arm, her fingers brushing across her neck where the small cuts left faint traces of blood. She glanced at Viviana, her partner-in-crime, who was similarly stunned, her face alight with a mix of awe and shock. They both knew they were standing on the edge of something monumental, something that would ripple through the city’s history.

Vera’s chest heaved as she caught her breath, a manic glint flickering in her eyes. They had done this. They had commanded this force, bent it to their will, and sent it hurtling into the heart of Sentinel City. And in that moment, feeling the blood on her skin and the rumble of the fading explosion echo in her bones, she knew she’d never be satisfied with anything less than this again.

“Magnificent, hahahaha!”
she murmured, barely audible, as she gazed at the blazing aftermath.
"The city won’t forget this, SOTO be damned,"
she grinned from underneath her mask before nodding backwards before activating her ear-piece,
"Looks like the show is over - Rabbit, over."


Looking at Viv she grabbed her hands in hers and looked her in the eyes,
"You okay there, darling? Fall back?"





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Silas was stationed at the back of the event suite, running last-minute calibrations on the data feed for the presentation, his face half-lit by the soft glow of a portable tablet in his hand. He mumbled to himself, adjusting a series of holographic charts that flickered in front of him, his fingers scrolling through code faster than most people could read.

"Let’s see… real-time data streaming enabled, fail-safe redundancy activated… biometric locks… ah, yes, can’t forget the double-encryption for the thing... that would be a tad embarrassing."
He chuckled quietly to himself, imagining the headline: 'Romeratech Reveals Secrets Due to ‘Technical Goof’ by Resident Security Professional.'

God, that was a hellish nightmare.

He was gearing up for the demonstration on their latest experimental drug; a carefully curated series of slides and interactive visuals designed to impress the investors while disclosing just enough. Boy he knew how they could tickle every incorrect nerve. He knew a couple out there that if he allowed his companion and colleague to have at them, she would shred them. However, for now, everything was going smoothly, but Silas had a habit of double, no... triple-checking things, not necessarily because he needed to, but because he felt the universe was a bit too unpredictable to trust. He'd been tweaking the visual presentation, but then one of his scripts froze, and he threw up his hands, muttering to the tablet,
"C'mon, don’t make me threaten you with a reboot. I mean it. Don’t test me!"


Great, he was talking to himself. Again.

It was at that very moment that he felt a gentle hand on his elbow. Silas jumped, nearly dropping the tablet. He turned, blinking down to find Toni, her expression simultaneously amused and filled with purpose.

Silas grinned, the nervousness bubbling up, as usual, only to be redirected into a rambling response.
"Oh, yeah, yes! Showtime, indeed, indeed,"
his voice just a touch too loud.
"Got everything in place here, made sure the slides are in order and the data stream’s so locked down it’d take a quantum-level hacker to break in. Not that, you know, I’m challenging them. Or inviting them. Just that we’re secure. Safe as, uh… encrypted houses,"
He offered a feeble laugh, scratching the back of his neck.

"Anyways, are you ready? Cause I'm ready as a biometric-locked, multi-encrypted extraordinaire can be,"
he replied giving a salute before he realized his ramblings. The male straightened up, his usual goofy grin back in place. He cleared his throat and swung a comforting arm around the blonde's shoulder and squeezed in encouragement,
"We got this Toni. Where is our beloved biochemist, I am sure he rested his vocal chords for the debut, hmm?"


With a force of habit, he focused his energy on his left eye as his radar mentally appeared in front of his eyes, trying to sense his colleague's aura - no doubt nearby. Silas was not much of a presenter but he had to be present for the role and no doubt he was eyeing everything like a hawk to make sure the proto-type was remained untouched within quite a radius. A radius that only him, Antonia and Yusuf could access. The less hands on it today, the better.

"Calloway trying to be a pompous ass, I see,"
he groaned as he saw the man motioning to his seat.

Silas took a steadying breath, his mind shifting to the presentation ahead. Today was a big deal, even if his outward confidence was tinged with nerves. They were unveiling Romeratech’s latest experimental drug, an innovation that could potentially redefine mutant health treatments. He felt a blend of excitement and caution; knowing full well how delicate the balance was between transparency and the secrecy required to protect their tech.

This wasn’t just about showing off cool tech; it was about convincing a room full of stakeholders and investors that they were on the brink of something revolutionary yet responsible. They had to believe in both the science and the tight security protocols surrounding it. The last thing Romeratech needed was a loose interpretation of 'mutant enhancement drug' leaking out before they’d perfected it. He was sure the talented Yusuf had prepared more than above and beyond.

And, of course, he’d be fielding questions, some brilliant, some blatantly terrible, he imagined with a smirk. People loved to throw around ideas without fully understanding the tech behind them, and he was ready to guide, translate, and occasionally deflect with his signature mix of humor and tech jargon. Silas took one last glance at his tablet, straightened his blazer, and awaited for Yusuf with Antonia before accessing the main hall.

He was ready or as ready as any member could be, to give their stakeholders a glimpse into RomeraTechnologies’ next big leap.





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Audition days were always rather interesting. Margot had been around long enough to have witnessed either a few. Prospects always had varying levels of ability, some coming off as well equipped, others… not so much. But both levels of capability were at the very least entertaining to watch. She was excited to see what the hopefuls that were auditioning had to offer.

Margot found a seat off to the side, where she could observe auditions. She sat down and opened up her small notebook, which she had used during auditions the last few years. It was cheesy and old fashioned of her, sure. Who’d even handwrite notes when you had a Tekpad at your fingertips? But Margot enjoyed her little notes. She took the opportunity to watch the potential new heroes seriously, she wanted to do her best to get all her thoughts on the auditioners together and be able to remember things about them that could help if she ended up working with them in the future.

She glanced over her notes from the past for a moment, smiling to herself as she did so, until she was interrupted by another member of Team Majestic saying hello to her. Great. Small talk. Margot did not dislike a majority of the others on Team Majestic, but she didn’t see the point in exchanging mindless pleasantries like this.

As she began to converse, out of the corner of her eye a familiar face stood out to her. Rex was over near the rest of Team Demise, talking to the captain. Of course she would be here, she was the assistant captain, Margot knew that. But she couldn’t help but find herself feeling excited knowing she could go talk to Rex at some point today. She let that spark of joy she felt energize her through the small talk, coming off as more upbeat than usual, sneaking small glances at Rex.

After a few minutes, she glanced over and noticed Rex waling away from Tempest. She struggled to maintain eye contact with her teammate as they finished their sentence, before quickly and rather bluntly dismissing herself from the conversation. It may have been a bit rude of her, but she didn’t particularly care.

Speedwalking to catch up with Demise’s assistant captain, Margot brushed past anyone who looked like they may speak to her, zeroing in on her target. As she got closer to Rex, she noticed the upset look on her face, witnessing the woman shoot several people glares. Rex tended to be like that, cold and defensive, but Margot knew better than to let that deter her.

Margot finally caught up with Rex, distance between them decreasing. She ended up at the woman’s side, not letting any sort of attitude get in the way of her checking in with Rex. “Hey, everything ok?” She questioned, a genuine concern filling her tone.

She continued to walk beside Rex, heading outside of the audition room, making sure they were away from everyone. “Auditions are always a little stressful. Besides, you're th…” Her voice cut out suddenly, startled by a sudden vibration followed by noise outside. Her body tensed out as she looked around, instinctively putting her hand on Rex’s arm in a protective matter and then drawing back, knowing the woman would want to take care of herself.

She pulled her hand back, quite frazzled. “Sorry.” She muttered quickly, dismissing the action. “What was that?” Margot wondered allowed, baffled. The sounds and vibrations continued and she took a couple steps towards a window, looking outside. She saw smoke and debris fill the air and her stomach sank, dismay filling her veins. “Fuck.”
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Rex was angry, so fucking angry. How dare Miranda throw back in her face, the one fact that she tries to ignore. The one thing that she
tries her best to forget. It was like the woman had no self control over her words, and uses them in cruel ways. She didn't even noticed someone had caught up with her until the they said something. Her head turns sharply to the person, ready to tell them to back the fuck off, and to leave her alone. When she caught their eyes, or rather her eyes.

It was Margot, and instantly her cold shell melted off. Rex just sighed and looked away. Unable to show her the vunerable part of herself. Unable to share what was truly broken inside of her.

"Yea, I'm fine. Nothing new, Tempy just said some shit that made me lose it for a second."
She told her honestly as she looked at her with her famous smirk on her face. Hiding all the pain, and hurt that she felt. It was how she coped, or really hid from it. Masking it with smirks and jokes until she couldn't anymore. It was how she survived for all those years under her father's thumb, and now Miranda's. Not that she hated it, not truly.

Rex would deny it to anyone who asked her, but she would rather be a puppet of Tempest then anyone else. She respected her, and even though sometimes they act like they couldn't stand each other, she knew if it really came down to it, she would do everything and anything to make sure that woman was safe.
"Now, you didn't come out here, to check up on little old me, superhero. That's just confirming what I knew all along, I am your favorite bad guy."
She added with a wink. As she turns to her.

As they walked away from the audition, she took time to admire Margot, the way she spoke and look was something to be admired. Rex knew that, she knew that by her side was a beautiful woman and who was she to deny it. Not that it meant anything, it couldn't mean anything. They were from different places, in different situtations. She wouldn't, or couldn't admit that what she felt was more then what it was. She knew that she was tredding on dangerous ground, but she couldn't stop but what she could was her own feelings, her own mind and heart. Buried with the rest of her past, was the truth of the matter.

She was too much of a broken soul to truly feel anything.

Rex came back to reality as Margot started to say something when the ground shook like an earthquake. She froze as she looked at her who had already had her hand on hers protectively. She stared at the hand before it was removed, the warmth it left, still lingering on her skin. She took a deep breath, as she shook her head.
"Instincts right?."
She softly told to her as she walked to the window. Rex followed only to see smoke and debris and she sighed.
"Fuck is right."
She looked at Margot.

She knew that Margot was going to go out there as soon as possible as the suprise of the whatever the fuck just happened worn off. Rex didn't want her to, because she knew that she was going to get hurt and Rex hated to see her hurt. Something about that churned her stomach in a way that she didn't like but she was an superhero and this was what she does but she was going to make sure that she was at least in her sight.
"Give me your hand."
She told her as she took off one of her gloves.
"Just give me your hand before you go off saving people."
She told her sharply as she looked at her turning her to face her completely.

Rex wasn't letting her leave her side until she made sure that she knew that she had some way of making sure she wasn't going to do anything crazy.






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Mikhail never did like the concept of bioweapons. The concept of them made his blood boil. The idea they would be invented in the first place made him want to kill anyone who invented them. He didn’t like them because the idea that someone would need em, regardless if they fell on the side of the law or not, was a coward’s show of strength. If you wanted to kill someone that deserved it, then do it with your own two hands or the powers and skills you were blessed with. Don’t resort to a coward’s way of fighting.

But a mission was a mission.

One thing that Mika had long accepted since he joined the Magpies was, regardless of the unsavoriness of the mission, he followed his orders. It’s always been the one thing that he had to learn to deal with and he was fine with missions that brought him closer and closer to his goals. Those personal goals that Mika had to play the long game of achieving. Those bastards who were responsible of his family losing a decade of being together. Did acquiring this maybe-maybe-not bioweapon have anything to do with that? Maybe not, but it was a mission that he would see to its success.

The Magpies heard about it…well Mika wasn’t privy to the source of the knowledge but Romertech was where they were at. Or nearby. The word to all was the security was insane, so Mika kept his distance…that was, until bombs went off; not just one but multiple. The immediate panic set in as people had poured out of the RomerTech building, afraid that they were gonna die.

“Idiots. Like ants when a magnifying glass is pointed at your little hole.”
Mika shook his head but understood this provided an unique opportunity for them to strike. Things were crazy, security priorities were shifted from protecting whatever new bioweapon RomerTech was going to put on display and more about ensuring the safety of those inside, or maybe they were heartless and cared more about their precious new tech than the safety of the shareholders and potential investors. Among a myriad of reasons to scramble, Mika saw this as the perfect opportunity. And as the known perfect opportunist in the Magpies, now was the time to strike.

Black Vulture emerged from the shadows, as he hoped the others would be too. A black bandana over his face, concealing his identity but both of his arms were covered in sharp, jagged obsidian that BV was known for. The mouth portion of his mask was cut out so his voice could be heard clearly by the poor idiots that were still in the building would hear him as he spoke. Mika didn’t get a thrill from having to play the bad guy but orders were orders.

Black Vulture’s arm punched through the front door of the conference hall with a loud BANG, stone and bodies that were near the immediate impact zone flying in the opposite direction. There was an elevated sense of panic from those within, those idiotic shareholders. Mika had no sympathy for their plight. He didn’t get a thrill of being the source of their added stress, but Mika had a mission.
“Nobody will get hurt…well not by my hands.”
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Behold! One of her favorite days of the year! Auditions. A time when little youngin’ mutants who were gunning to join the best of the best guild - Demise, obviously - and maybe like… the fourth best or something, Majestic. The ones auditioning were always spunky, full of fire and a little something like desperation that could get the redhead to crack a smile all too easily. Having once been in their position, Genevieve found it all too difficult to judge them too harshly like the rest of her group so often did, but she had to admit that deep down, at times the participants were far too hilarious. It was with their plucky attitude that gave her a good chuckle at her very core, though.

Only a few years ago, she had been one of them. Up on that stage without a shred of embarrassment, she had given the performance of her life. With her creepy little shadow creatures she seemed almost too important a talent to pass up, but– It had been all too obvious that Majestic couldn’t have chosen her, not with her skillset from her abilities. There had been no hard feelings from her! Now Vesper, he might have been a little hurt. But her abilities were certainly interesting enough to Demise that they had snatched her right up to join their Guild.

Now, a sum of years later, she found herself entangled with certain people within the guilds and even finding friends along the way. For this specific round of try-outs, she’d looped Casey in with her, with only mild pleading. Meanwhile, her guild members were off doing their own things for the while, with the vague possibility of returning to her side whenever they got bored or promoting themselves to their fans came to an end. From across the way, Neve’s caramel eyes landed on the pair that she normally associated herself with.

Whatever catastrophe - it looked like a fashion one at the moment - that Ann was going through could wait, and Karl was… Well, Karl was doing what he always did. Meeting with his adoring fans and then returning to Casey and Neve, they were ready to make their way to the seating to continue watching the auditions. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary!

That is, until a roaring sound rattled the Enrichment Center.

When the world shook, mimicking an earthquake only with the clatter of collapsing buildings around them, Neve had been less than prepared. She swayed in her wide-legged stance in an attempt to stabilize herself while grabbing the sleeves of Karl and Casey’s shirts at her sides.

“Holy fuck-”


As Karl addressed that he was going to go check out what was going on, Neve gave a nod with an open mouthed jaw, shock written all over her features. While explosions weren’t something that she was used to, she certainly knew the feeling from the quaking ground and the screams that were resonating from outside. As soon as Karl was on his way, the redhead turned to Casey with her rounded eyes, gripping his arms.
“We have to go help. Like, now?”


But how?

She was a washed out villain at best, and no hero. Never a hero. But they had to do something!

Grabbing the hand of the man beside her, Neve all but pulled him unwillingly or not out of the building and into the chaos as Vesper formed large and looming at her side.

































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Little feet stamped through puddles in the dimly lit alley, arms pumping, moving as quickly as the thin, exhausted body could carry him. Rain pattered the top of a head cloaked in deep, black curls pulling straight under the weight of the icy sheets pouring from the sky. Running, running, running was all he could do. The terror gripped his throat and ripped him forwards at what felt like the speed of light. The speed of light until he rounded a corner, smacking into a tall man and stumbling backwards onto the ground. It was him. It was him.

A jolt of energy wrenched Roman from a restless, violent sleep. He sat straight up, hands running through his hair, heart pounding underneath its rib cage prison. He found himself rocking back and forth just a moment in the panic before recognizing it as a horrible dream, a reflection. It wasn’t real. It wasn’t real. Not anymore. Not for a long time. Eyes flitting to a clock hanging on the wall, just slightly uneven and tilted, he’d have to leave soon. He had a meeting to attend in a few hours at a warehouse. Farah would meet him there. Would be a bit of a walk, but he preferred it that way. Easier to tail, sure, but easier to fly under the radar, too. Especially with how plain and boring he tended to appear.Roman forced himself to snack on a banana, which revolted his angry stomach, after dressing and grabbing his TekPad from its charger. Watch was on. Familiar weight buried under his shirt and jacket resting at his hip. He began his pacing across town, rain beginning to tap against the hood of his jacket. It’d keep him dry enough. What was that dream earlier? Those were usually few and far between, nowadays. He’d not thought or dreamed of his father in over a year. Perhaps it was the rain? The gloom dangling in the air? Something seemed particularly strange today. Looming under the shelf of clouds now pouring was the silence inside his own head. That rarely happened. More rarely than the nightmares about his parents.


Arriving at the warehouse, Roman lit a cigarette outside, the lighter resistant to fffcklick-ing alight in the eerie humidity. Watching and glancing about to find Farah, he sucked in a deep inhale, his throat burning with it just slightly as his lungs filled with its warmth. A slow, steady exhale from his nostrils sent the smoke lingering in the air, vaporizing and mingling with the coolness in the air. "Hey," to Farah. "Be ready, just in case?"He stalked inside the warehouse, cigarette holding onto a dry spot on his lips as he finished it before spitting and stamping on it. The contact hadn’t arrived yet, but was set to shortly. Roman preferred to be just a bit early, the first to arrive. He took note of the stench inside the warehouse. It was stale. Old. Exposed steel with fireproofing sprayed over it appeared fuzzy and distant in the darkness of the unlit building. A man, shorter than Roman but not particularly small, entered the same door Roman had. He was alone, but likely had someone, or several someones lingering behind the wall.

“Shit meeting spot.” The figure wrapped up in a black rain jacket barked as he pulled the hood off his worn face. Roman didn’t engage. The man’s eyebrows knit. He straightened the front of his jacket and his glance peeked about the building.

“Just me.” Roman replied, flat. A lie. Cass didn't like a lie.

“You’re early.” This one was testy, wasn’t he? Roman glanced at his watch. 3:28.

“So are you.” You silly goose! Cass rung in his brain for just a moment before Roman stiffened his shoulders just a bit.

“I do what I must.” The man mumbled. The key.

“Well, then, Jonesie! What can we do for you?” Cass reached out for a handshake with a beaming smile.

“It’s just Jones.” The man seemed reluctant to-

The entire building shook violently. Roman ducked with his hands flying above his head instinctively. He looked up, ears ringing, and splintered, possibilities forming from black mist around him. A shockwave cracked windows. Dust rattled off structural steel. Where was Farah? A shade, a reflection of his future, dashed outside of the building before vaporizing. Another tackled Jones before puffing into black swirls. The one he chose to follow took cover behind an old cargo container, ripping a gun from its hiding place at his hip and chambering a round. Where was Farah? His body moved effortlessly, in tandem with the reflection without thought. Jones flailed about with a yelp and took off out the door of the warehouse. Where was Farah? Roman's eyes flit around, looking for her. She came through the door as Jones disappeared and Roman stalked towards her, wrenching his Tekpad from his pocket, quickly sending a text to both Julian and Vik asking what the explosions were and where they should go.

"Are you okay?!" Cass spluttered at Farah.












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