Twisted Nexus -~-(Superhero/Supervillain RP)-~-{[O/A]}

When did you first start RPing on Gaia?(PS, No Pollwhore Option)

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[Evil Random Ferret]

((Never mind, I'm back.))

[Caeli filius mortis]

☩Baldur ☩

"Come fiend, and taste a gods wrath"

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Baldur awoke to the noise of screams, and a loud popping noise he couldn't identify. He could tell the screams however, even in his groggily awoken state. It was the terrified scream of a women facing death. He had heard it many times before on the field of battle. He had been asleep for centuries and still he was awoken by the sounds of battle. This fact angered him. Apparently in his absence evil had scoured even to his before unfounded corner of the world.

His tomb was a small throne room, he fallen asleep on a massive marble throne. As he stood, every limb ache and popped from lack of use, though anger coursed through him, rejecting such minor things. Baldur was a large man, standing near seven feet in height, with a warriors muscle framing him. His short cropped blond hair Framed a face contorted by anger. He had meant to sleep for a millennium, and yet someone dared awaken him. He did not know however he had been asleep for nearly eight hundred years. To him, it has passed by in instant.

Grabbing his mace, its weight a comfort to him he surveyed his surroundings and roared, slamming himself skywards, and into the stone that encased him. It broke easily before him, a testament to his might. The rubble erupted all around him as he tore tore through the roof of some building. Like an angry Volcano he emerged, his roar bloodthirsty and filled with rage.

All about him was chaos. His emergence had caused some to scream, the smell of urine filling the air as men pissed themselves in fear. Some cowered on the ground, other stood in awe. One pointed a large weapon, not unlike a crossbow at him, fear filling his face. In fear he fired whatever was. And once again the popping sound filled the air, The popping sound that had awoken him. The fury in Baldur's face increased more.

Dust covered him, and still he looked a fearsome sight. His armor and weapon were archaic, yet the bullets seemed to simple bounce off of him. It seemed weapons still could not surpass him. A dark smile crept over the once god's features. Reaching down as bullets rained down upon him without effect he picked a head sized piece of rubble, tossing it one hand as the attacker screamed die. In response Baldur threw the rubble at him with unneeded force.

The rock hit the man in the chest and carried him into the air several feet, and slammed him through the wall behind him and into the street. A spray of blood was all that was left where he had once been standing. The stone had been thrown with enough force to have seemingly vanished until it hit the man. In the street he lay dead, his chest caved in and flattened, a piece of stone embedded into it halfway. He had died instantly.

The other tried to run for the hole in the street, a wave of what could only be peacekeepers waiting them. They had no chance. Without warning Baldur took of after them, grabbing both in an instant supersonic flight. The echo of his take off shattered windows and cratered the floor where had stood. AS he grabbed them he flew upwards, towards the sky. In one hand he held his mace by its loop and the man by his collar, in the other he held another by his arm. In seconds they had cleared the tops of the highest building. With a grotesque curling of his lip Baldur dropped them to the ground, watching as they fell.

"The price for angering a god with such evil acts is death. You deserve the fate you have suffered. May you find no solace in the pit fiends."

His voice echoed and thundered. It was the deep commanding bass of one who has known power for ages. It was spoken with arrogance and spite, yet the voice behind it was noble and powerful. It had the deep bass of crashing thunder but a gentle undertone that belied his words. He spoke with an accent from far off land, guttural and harsh, yet it carried to an old English accent, one akin to those seen in movies of knights and war. With those words spoken he descended almost gently to the ground, his cloak billowing around him until he touched down.

Though he stood nobly, question reeled in his mind as he surveyed his surroundings. Such as where could he be. When was he? he wouldn't however outright demand these things, he would wait to be spoken to, and then begin his questions. As of now his mind reeled with the sights and sounds.

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"In the end we know who shall fall to the pit."

[Evil Random Ferret]

Evil Random Ferret

Test Number 85

-~-{[( The Phantom Appears on the Streets Again )]}-~-

Phantom was in shock and awe, staring from behind cover of the chair as some mysterious being came from beneath the bank. The being wasted no time showing off his strengths, as he took a large amount of bullets, killed a man with a thrown rock, and then chased down another. Phantom could hear the man's booming voice, and wasted no time making a mental note to avoid his bad side.

Now that the bank was clear, and the flying man clad in ancient armor was outside, Phantom took his opportunity. He darted into the wide open vault of the bank. He found safety deposit box number 105, untouched by the thieves. Phantom willed the lock out of existence, and slid the box out. The lid of the box disappeared, and inside, a portable memory drive. What a typical way to leave evidence behind. Even Phantom couldn't ignore how palpable the unoriginality was. He quickly pocketed his new-found piece of evidence, dropping the safety deposit box as he made his way out of the bank, and onto the now safe street. He was quite a distinguished individual, being a ghostly black. Most of the police officers didn't bother with him as some of them pored into the bank. They simply considered the Supers too much trouble for such a cut and dry case.

Phantom hesitantly approached the man who had emerged from under the earth, keeping a slight distance, so that he could turn tail and scram should the man be hostile towards ghostly Supers. "This one thanks you for the help, sir."

[elementalwolf01]

Faith raised a well groomed eyebrow towards the young woman who had imposingly placed herself at what was meant to be a private table. She gave a slow, analyzing look at the youthful figure, small curves and what appeared to be not yet fully developed breasts. Her eyes which had once contained an animalistic hunger to them softened only enough to be understood as irritation, but there was the spark of interest behind the golden pools of iris. She turned towards the girl, squaring her shoulders against the room to seem as if her full attention had been given.

A low, cool laugh spilled out of her barely parted dark rose lips as the woman mentioned the interest of the man beside them. She looked over her shoulder for a moment to catch his glance and gave a clearly suggestive wink, followed by the puckering of her lips as if to send a kiss in his direction. "Yes, it certainly appears so," she said in a chillingly even voice which sounded as if at once it had been rehearsed and calculated but its coolness was natural to her now.

"He may yet regret that school boyish intention, although I suppose there is nothing childish about his desires when the night comes to a close then, is there?" She purred and placed on arm on the table, her elbow pressed against the cheap table top so that she could rest her chin atop her gently closed fist.

"How kind of you to bring this to my attention, but I assure you that I was aware of his lingering gaze," she smiled a little more genuinely now, allowing a glance of almost too perfectly white teeth to show from between her lips. "May I inquire as to why you so openly invited yourself to join my company this evening?" She allowed her head to tilt quizzically to the side, her eyes widened with interest, but the potential for threat was lurking there.

[Evil Random Ferret]

Tessa The Shapeshifter

-~-{[( The Goddess is on The Hunt )]}-~-

Tessa had an understanding of herself. She was not the sharpest tool in the light socket. However, this woman's confidence was sickening, so was her perfume, the kind filled with pheromones to attract on a chemical and biologically basic level. Such products usually didn't stay in stores long. Tessa, of course, could detect the larger amount of hormones floating in the air around this woman, because whenever she inhaled them, she could feel them attempting to activate neurological responses, attempting to alter her brain chemistry. She wouldn't let them, because she had dominion over her own body, but the attempt of the poor chemical structures was admirable, before they were consumed by her cells and broken down for spare parts.

Still, back to the subject at hand, Tessa couldn't stand the woman's confidence. She was attractive, but she knew it, and she used it to the point of being grotesque. That caused Tessa's jealousy to flare into a bit of anger, causing her every cell to bristle. "It's no private party, dear, its a rave. Everyone is everyone's company." Tessa's mind quickly contemplated what she could say, how she could approach this. She wanted to bring the confident woman down a notch. She wanted to consume her, she wanted to rip her to shreds. She wanted her. Her confidence was above human, and even if sickening, it was unique. Tessa found unique to be something she liked. "You know, you have confidence oozing out of your every orifice. So, why are you wearing that stupid perfumes with the pheromones in them?"

Tessa tried very hard to keep her body language in check. She wanted to appear calm, not flustered in the least, but she was never good at that. Her emotions drove her, nearly decided her every decision, and definitely determined her body language. The way she was sitting, turning her chest, showing her neck, showed her immediate infatuation.

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[elementalwolf01]

Faith's smile widened into one of having been truly entertained as she laughed more warmly now, tilting her head back slightly simply for effect. She shook her head slowly before brushing back one of the wild falling tendrils of ruby hair. She pressed her lower back against the cool rungs of the imitation furniture as she leaned more against her hand now, which opened up so that her palm was against her cheek and jawline, the black painted fingernails contrasting largely against her pale skin.

"Honey, do you really think that gorgeous man over there is interested in me because he can smell my perfume?" She laughed richly and shook her head, causing the hair she had tucked away to fall over eyes to case the room in a hue of crimson. "I'm surprised that you picked up on the pheromone effect of my person, really, that is quite unusual, unique I suppose," she almost hissed as if knowing that there might be something off with the woman in front of her.

"I don't understand what interest that is of yours though, its more troublesome to come over here and confront me than to simply move downwind," she cooed on the brink of insult and flirtation. Faith was my no means gender exclusive, emotion was emotion and each gender had their way of expressing it, both were delicious in their own way. Faith had not come here with the intent of taking someone like the girl before her, adolescent in appearance, close to her own age and a challenge. The girl had spunk though, she was perceptive as well, she was intriguing and Faith was not easily amused. There was no harm in toying with the girl, anyone who she revealed her powers to was made unable to tell about it, usually with death, sometimes by being granted insanity.

Faith brought her hand away from her face and let it lay on the table in front of her, sliding it towards the youthfully attractive girl before raising it again. Faith was able to alter the pheromones in the air in a minor way, the real power was the potency of it when released through her tough. Her lips were the epicenter of her deadliness, but any skin contact could serve as a vantage point. "I'm Faith," she smiled temptingly and awaited the girl's touch. Perfume couldn't do what her touch was about to.

[Evil Random Ferret]

Tessa The Shapeshifter

-~-{[( Emotion is a Monster in Disguise )]}-~-

Tessa watched the woman as she adjusted the hand supporting her head. Every move seemed purposeful, a display. A language that normally only instinct defined, but this woman had mastered. Tessa looked her up and down as she spoke, took notice of how she had clearly gone through measures to ensure perfection. The woman spoke, and Tessa listened, silent. No explanation was necessary, no comment required, She simply looked the woman in the eyes, still and nearly unmoving as Tessa's consciousness lit itself on fire trying to comprehend her. Tessa found herself licking her lips as she watched the woman, but quickly bit her lip to stop herself. A mix of hunger and lust was running through her body, the hate and jealous long gone.

The woman, Faith, held out her hand and introduced herself, and Tessa looked down at it, hesitantly. "You know, most people introduce themselves through sex around her," The Shapeshifter said in a flirtatious manner, before taking the woman's hand, and saying, "I'm Tessa."

That's whenever she felt it, her dermal layers penetrated, cells attacked. Tessa harshly pulled her hand back as hormone-based chemicals flooded her system. It corrupted her cells, she could feel her mind halving in a new way, as one piece of herself fought the other, vying for control. The cell's corrupted by faith formed a consciousness that only wanted the woman, while Tessa herself felt only panic and rage. Her body shivered, and she quickly stumbled off and away from the table. Her eyes changed to a bio-fluorescent red, as she looked back to the woman with a conflicted expression, holding her hand as if in pain. "Y-you..." Tessa's consciousness faltered, she couldn't form a sentence as her mind fought itself. The woman turned, charging into the crowd of ravers. Suddenly, she was without orientation again, the added confusion only worsening her body as she slowly destroyed the hormones that were altering her brain, her consciousness. Tessa stumbled through the crowd, until she found herself at the opposite side of the warehouse, panting and shaking, wanting to turn and go back.

[elementalwolf01]

Faith rose from the table with delicate grace, finishing her drink as she assented and placing the now empty glass silently on the table. Her eyes followed the girl as she moved away, tempted to follow but allowing the girl her false sense of escape if even she desired it. As the girl struggled to get through the crowd in mindless bodies she turned back to look at the creature that she had just encountered and Faith saw the glow in her eyes. Faith's perfect composure faulted, if even for a moment, at the startle from such an inhuman quality. Her eyes trailed the lines of lighting searching for some man-made contraption that could have caused the eye change but the timing of the red lights did not line up with the glow. Her eyes narrowed on the small figure of the female as she struggled to get away, though it was indistinguishable whether the physical difficulty was more that than the mental.

Her tongue flicked against a drop of cold whiskey, bringing it into her mouth again too feel the pleasant ice burning sensation that only strong alcohol could provide. There was little point in calling out to the girl across the room, the music was far too loud for a decent conversation. Faith wanted to pursue the girl though, the immense emotion felt by someone so scared, so passionate and taking into account the startling realization that she may not be human either. Faith knew that she could not be the only one, and if she had found another freak like herself the the obvious thought was to either make an allie out of her or get rid of the competition. The girl, no, woman, moved freely through the world like Faith did though she was comfortable acting on her own accord. Faith did so on occasion but she found playing the game of dress up and hunt was much more amusing than stumbling across her prey.

Faith had not thought that the night would turn into one of such fascination, but clearly this girl had provided a much more entertaining alternative. She was young, impressionable and the effect that Faith's mature body and seductive qualities had made clear in the girls initial disliking of her, that she was envious. Faith wanted nothing more than to corrupt the youth of such a seemingly human girl, who had the potential to be as deadly a monster as she was herself. Faith could not be certain that the glowing eyes had not been an illusion caused by lighting, drink or fresh excitement, but she intended to find out.

She strode towards the dancing mass of the crowd, her eyes locked on the girl, Tessa, as she moved and pleading for her return. As she weaved between the lines of people, they seemed only to move out of her way though as she walked many of their eyes had a tendency to follow. She reached what was nearly the edge of the dance group and stopped moving forwards towards Tessa. She licked the edge of an enchanting grin and held out her hand again, taking her pointer finger and motioning for the girl to come forward, to join her. In her eyes there was a promise that she would not hurt her, no yet anyways.

Faith's hips began to sway lucidly beneath the black jeans which were all but painted on, the seams of them tugging against her shapely legs. She brought her hands to her body and began grinding against the air, as if the atmosphere were her dance partner, and every breath of it was longing to have her. Her fingers trailed over her well formed breasts which moved as she did beneath the leather shirt, her body moving in sync with the heavy bass line. Her head tilted to one side, revealing the beating vein of her neck and the all too kissable bare skin of her collarbone. She gave a playful wink to Tessa and beckoned for her to be the partner she so lustfully needed.

[Evil Random Ferret]

Tessa The Shapeshifter

-~-{[( Emotion is a Monster in Disguise )]}-~-

The Shapeshifter's mind squirmed underneath the flesh, her consciousness slowly mending, slowly coming back together. Though her body was free of the foreign agents by this point, her mind wasn't free of the effects. She was polluted, corrupted, and she could feel it. It was hard for the creature to tell what was and wasn't her. What was the influence of those pheromones? What was changed?

Tessa took a deep breath, and looked up with almost neon red eyes, to see the woman. To see Faith. At first, anger and fear. Tessa bared her teeth, lowered the angle of her head, put her hands forward, the fingertips quickly forming sharp tips, boney claws. Tessa looked like an animal in a corner, with no where to run and nothing to lose. That's how she felt. It didn't occur to her that she was surrounded by biomass, by people. All she was conscious of was this woman, and sensations that consumed her awareness, beats and lights that she could drown in.

But as the woman began to dance, almost taunting the Shapeshifter, Tessa found her body yearning. She relaxed, her body ridding itself of the claws, but keeping the eyes. They glowed with the same chemicals that deep-sea life glow with, and it was a trait Tessa was quite fond of. She retained it because something inside of her commanded her to be attractive, to be pleasing.

It occurred to the creature that it was not her that wished to be near the woman. Sadly, she didn't have the will to fix her altered mentality, and timidly approached the woman, making very little attempt to join her in dancing. There was the matter of a short-skirt, which made dancing of that manner risky anyways, but allowing herself to be subject to rhythm and bass was just as terrifying as her current experience, being subject to Faith.

Once she was close, Tessa saw the woman show her neck, and the shapeshiftes licked her lips again, ever so tempted. But she hesitated, not wanting more hormones flooding and controlling her body.

[Flakkky]

Post 1: The Fox and Fireworks First Job in Nexus City.

Actions Made: Extermination.

Current Location: Leaving Hell's Heights on the road by the warehouse/Rave; driving towards Downtown.

It was night, the hour of darkness and city lights. In the middle of Nexus, at the corner of Hell’s Heights, SW 88th street, there was a series of apartment buildings built on one square with webs of alleys in between. Beside Hell’s Heights were a couple of warehouses spread towards the west. In that very area was a loud, blatant Rave consisting of bright neon lights, repetitive music, and fanatic, drug induced, alcoholic, young thrill-seekers looking for the next high of their short lives. In the other direction, further east and dozens of blocks away, gunshots could be heard echoing from the location of a bank heist. The sirens of speeding police cars dashed up and down the street, ignoring the Rave for a more important situation. Smacked in the middle of chaos, Hell’s Heights was comparable to the projects and slums of major cities. It was mostly populated by frightened old people with nowhere to go and relying on government help. Their landlords were either uncaring, burdening crooks or smiling weasels, neglecting the poor conditions that have grown over the years. Trash and bums littered the alleyways between Hell’s Heights. A gang of fool-hardy boys claimed it for their own, spray-painting their names over the marred brick walls: Devil Boys.

It was a dire situation between two chaotic points on the map in this god-forsaken city.

Jack Randal, formally known as Rico Sanchez and many other names along his murky past, looked out the window of his apartment at the corner of Hell’s Heights. On the third level of the four story building, he had great view of the Warehouse within the gates that were supposed to keep the fools out. They never do though.

He slouched back into the dining table with its stained, smelly cushion. The right elbow rested on the armrest, propping up his arm for his chin to rest in the palm of his hand. His dark, glaring brown eyes watched through the veils of his window’s curtains. His heavy brow winkled and scrunched together when he saw the same Mercedes-Benz roll around the corner, in front of his window, for the third time the past hour.

They were after him.

Who are they?

He didn’t know.

It could be the Russians, they usually drove the Cadillac but he remembered Mercedes-Benz or Jaguars were popular among them. Jack Randal did work for them, he could not recall doing anything out of line or even stepping on any shoes when he was a part of their trade. They gave good money and at the time, he wasn’t required to stay in the business. The connections were excellent and the relationship stayed amiable when he left.

It couldn’t be the Russians. They had bigger fish to fry. He was a low scoundrel, a hitch-hiking traveler. He was a man trying to lose the past, but he couldn’t get the money the right way, the lawful way.

Damn sure couldn’t be the Mexicans. They don’t extend this far unless it’s strictly for drug trafficking. Besides, they worked closer to the border, not this far up into the country.

Was it Changpu? He did step on the Asian toes back in 2004, but that was a mess nobody had expected.

“No,” Jack said. His voice was deep and gruff. He could smell the alcohol in his breath, triggering a strong urge to reach for the bottle and drown in Vodka. Instead, his left hand had been twirling a cigarette around for the past half-hour. He forgot it was there. “They would have sent their ninjas.” That got a laugh out of him. A depressed, frightened, quick to die laugh.

A shudder crawled up his spine while he stared out the window and down at the street, waiting for the same Mercedes-Benz to pass again. Behind him was his decrepit apartment. The wallpaper was peeling, the corners smell of mold, the plaster was ruined and the ceiling had a huge stain from water leakage. His roommates, the Roaches, crawled around, feasting on the left over Thai-food from two nights ago. They kept him good company, minus forking over some dough for the rent. But Jack had enough money to cover it after his last excursion with criminals. He had dealt with the Russians.

He was right to reason it could be them stalking him, but it didn’t add up. He walked out on good terms in spite of the myth that men couldn’t leave. He kept his mouth shut and he didn’t know much.

His heart beat accelerated. A drop of sweat rolled over the ridges of his forehead followed by others. His nostrils flared, breathing in the combined stench of his sour smelling body and the neglected apartment. It’s been raining a lot lately, it smelled when it rain.

After half an hour, there was no sign of the stalkers and Jack’s paranoia rose. He straightened up in his seat and moved his right hand down to the fully automatic Uzi Carbine on his lap. His barrel-chest torso expanded and contracted rapidly. The cigarette he twirled in his left hand fell from his trembling grasp.

“They’re coming,” he said aloud. “They’re ******** coming!” His voice reverberated through his empty, scarce one-room apartment. For a man with money, he could only afford so little of life. He had a past and even a change of identity can’t help him.

Agitated eyes searched his room. His mind filed through the possible entrances these sorts of men may make. He couldn’t escape, it was probably the reason why they were circling around. If he were to exit his apartment, go down the stairs, and make a run for it through the alleyways, they may have set a trap along any of those points.

At the same time, it didn’t make sense for them to drive around if they knew where he was. They could have come busting in at any time. Jack closed his eyes and thought hard, only achieving a headache at the end of it. He was suffering from a hangover that only passed away recently. It was aggravating to have it return. The incessant noise from the party next door made it worst. The shootout over the bank had him jumpy.

“******** it,” he growled and moved. The Uzi Carbine’s strap was slung over his shoulder, leaving it tapping against his side. He strode around, pushing the sofa against the front door. He packed his money into a suitcase and slipped on some shoes and a hoodie, already dressed in dark blue jeans and a tank-top. If he wasn’t in his early forties, he may have passed for a Rave goer. The only problem was the Uzi, he couldn’t walk around with this on the streets. He did have a snub-nose Colt Cobra .38 Special but he didn’t trust his aim with a handgun against sober killers.

“I’ll take it with me.” With that said, he got out a duffel bag and slipped the Uzi into it with the zipper open. Slung over his shoulder with the suitcase in hand, if he had to fight, he’ll drop the money and reach for it as fast as he could. He slipped the revolver into the back of his pants and in a sum of five minutes, he was ready to leave.

Knock.

Knock.

Knock.

Jack Randal froze. His body shivered when unforeseeable cold wind swept through him, but the windows were closed. The ominous, calm thuds against his front door were just too strange and even spaced apart. Logically, you would think there was banging. Perhaps Jack jumped the gun, maybe it was friends rather than enemies.

The Russians, he thought, aren’t out to kill me.

He still had to be attentive though, so he came forward to the front door with light steps, or what he thought were light. He managed fairly well to avoid the creaking floorboards of this aging and destined to be condemned building. He moved around the sofa and close to the door.

Jack leaned to the side, the Uzi was fished out of the duffel-bag and held at hip-level, ready to fire. He gazed into the peep-hole, out into the hall. He stared into the barrel of a gun.

A burst of blood, brain matter, and skull bits exploded out from the back of Jack’s head. The large, six-two brutish man fell back perfectly into the sofa he propped up against the door. His mouth gaped open and so did his right eye while the left was no more but a bleeding hole.

Further muffled pops sounded off. The door’s locks were blown apart by silenced gun fire until the door handle and keyhole was for hanging by splinters. With a heavy bang, the door lunged forward but the sofa barely inched. With the combined effort of two men, the door, the sofa, and Jack was pushed aside enough to allow entrance.

First came Tyrone Tyson and behind him was his similarly dressed companion, Frank Muhammad Lucas. Both men were dressed in dark black suits, shiny black shoes, a black tie, and shades; it was the Men in Black motif, but none of it was for play. These men were not the Russians, or the Mexicans, or even the Asians.

Two pair of green eyes peered around the hell-hole of an apartment silently, emotionless. Then they looked over at Jack laid out on his sofa.

Frank, an African American, six feet and two inch tall male, was the first to break out of the killer’s theme. A sneer spread widely across his face. “Ol’ Christopher didn’t see what was coming.”

Tyrone walked to the side of the dead man and reached onto his person, searching him, silently. The silenced M9 was still in his gloved hand.

“God damn, this guy’s living it down. Ol’ chrome dome wasn’t living as large as we thought,” Frank said, the grin still plastered on his face. Frank lifted a foot when a friendly roach crawled purposely slowly to his expensive foot wear. It waved its antennas actively up at him while he cringed in disgust.

He brought his heel down indiscriminately and ignored the loud crunch.

“Got it,” Tyrone lifted off of Jack and waved around his wallet. He tossed it to Frank who searched through his credit cards, ID, and credentials.

“Says here: Jack Randal, twice as ugly too.”

“He had a few procedures.”

“He’s been on the run for long enough, took the agency a decade to find this guy.”

“Good runner, bad fighter.” Tyrone, at last, smirked in his sensational cool way. He unscrewed the silencer off the gun’s nozzle and slipped them both into his suit.

“Well ol’ Christopher, your days are over, peace bruh.” Frank chuckled, raising two fingers to his forehead and flicked them in a gesture of goodbye. He made his way out of the damaged doorway and bent door.

Tyrone lingered a little while longer, gazing down at Christopher’s face. He was a stain that their employers had forgotten to clean for a while. The disturbing image of his contorted, one-eye face barely phased Tyrone, even when it was him who had committed the deed.

“Yo, ******** Tyrone, let’s get going!”

Tyrone didn’t respond nor move. He looked over to the side, further into the room where a table sat by the window. On the floor was a forgotten cigarette and on the sill was a half-finished bottle of Vodka. By one of the legs of the dining chair was an eyeball.

An innocent, ignorant Roach crawled by it and waved its antennas against its bloody surface. It soon turned around and scurried away from it.

The well-dressed, handsome son of a gun let out a half chuckle and strolled out of the apartment. He reached into his suit and smoothly pulled out a tin box. On it was the brand Camel Rare, a discontinued cigarette product. He offered one to Frank who waited in the middle of the hall for him. Frank accepted and lighted his by his own means, without a lighter.

Tyrone did the same, again, without a lighter. At the same time, they took in a deep drag, shuddered pleasurably, and blow out a wisp of smoke that clogged the hall with its enriching scent and flavor. It was good stuff.

He tilted his shades with a pull of a finger and looked at Frank. His companion did the same as both of their green eyes spoke multiple messages only years of partnership and friendship could produce. It was like telepathic, but between brothers. With their cigarettes burning lightly at the corner of their mouths, the both grinned, balled their right fists, and connected knuckles.

“This is a good start.” Frank started towards the stairs and Tyrone alongside him.

“They usually make us wait a while.”

“There's a lot of s**t in this city.”

“It’s only the two of us, too.”

“Had to tie up the loose ends like that Christ-Jack-whoever the ******** he was, the boss-man wanted him dead before the real fun starts.”

“You mean the slow part.”

“Don’t be a downer, bruh, I’m trying to keep my spirit up. Y’know how them bitches and their books be talking about being optimistic. If you think and say good things, your day would be better.”

“Really now, interesting. I didn’t know they included a manual of turning men into bitches.” By the time they reached the car, a 2012 Red Camaro parked in the alleyway behind Jack’s specific apartment building, it was starting to drizzle. Frank got behind the driver’s wheel and Tyrone rode shotgun.

“Mother ********, shuddup.”

Tyrone laughed lightly while Frank shifted the gear into reverse, rolled out into the street, shifted again, and floored the pedal.

“So, why are we here anyway, the place makes me think about…”

“Power City?”

“Yeah man, the s**t's popping off left and right. Hell, you felt that earthquake? Whoever got them guns shooting ain't going to be around any longer.”

“I think that might be part of the reason why we’re here, that or we’ll find out soon enough.”

“Yes sir, we shall.”

As Frank drove, leaving Hell's Heights behind them, Tyrone leaned against the side window and watched the city lights zoom by. This place was nostalgic in too many ways. Like it or not, he and Frank were stuck in Nexus City until their mission was complete.

Their stay was going to be a long one. Tyrone can feel it.

In the meantime, Frank cruised while viewing the Rave. He just spotted some scandalously dressed women walk in, and had the strong urge to stop and call them over. Maybe next time, but for now, they needed to get back to the Safe-House in Downtown.

One of three at their disposal...

[Flakkky]

((OOC: By the way, we should have a weather and time board. I suggest it starts drizzling now since I said it in my post.

Also, I didn't know Bank Heist could occur at night. Usually banks are closed by then. XD ))

[Evil Random Ferret]

((We have an OOC thread, btw. But, I may make a time and weather, etc board. To answer your question, bank robbers do not need to wait until the place is open. The dudes easily could have just busted in, set up the mg as a distraction, while they blew the safes, tills, ATMs, and vault.))

[elementalwolf01]

Faith's grin widened as the girl grew nearer to her, and she greeted her with a slow pressing of her body as she slid into position behind her. She took in the deep smell of her hair, allowing the taste of her fear and uncertainty to flow through her veins. She laughed warmly now, reaching a hand out towards Tessa and running her fingers down her upper arm, lingering at her wrist before taking her touch away. There was no pheromones passing between them, there was no need for them at present since the girl was already acting to Faith's pleasure, but the potential for them only increased as they grew closer to one another.

Faith moved swiftly, so fast that in the quarter second between strobe flashes she had not been seen moving at all. She was a little taller than the girl, but not by much, though the high heels did not aid in leveling the difference. Slowly, her arm fell to Tessa's side, her hand holding possessively to her hips as her chest pressed against her back. Through her spine she was able to feel the girl's racing heart against her chest and her's sped to meet its pace. She lowered her face to the girl's neck and breathed cool, sweet air against the hot surface, though the lust pheromones she was infamous for were not present there yet. Even without conscious effort Faith's body was a natural trap, her scent was that of freshly cut roses and budding forests and her skin smelled of newly fallen rain.

"Don't be scared," she whispered intoxicating words beside Tessa's cheek, finding the red tinge there to be amusing. "I won't do it again until you ask me to," she smiled against her hair, nuzzling it the way a cat does it prey before the kill. "I think you and I have something in common," she sighed lightly as the fingers of her other hand traced her arm and laced between Tessa's hand, holding it loosely. "Neither of us is what we seem, are we?" She kissed her cheek and used the hand she was holding as leverage to spin Tessa towards her.

She placed her hand on her lower back and drew her near, so their chests touched softly and their faces were centimeters away from meeting. "I can take the pheromones back if you want," she offered with raised eyebrows. "Or I can give them to someone else," she said and cast a side glance at the rugged man who had been the topic that initiated their conversation in the first place. "He's handsome, isn't he," her lips folded into a cool smirk, leaving the harmless and pleasant smile absent.

"We can share him if you want. Those pheromones inside of you can't just go away, I've created them and until the body's natural immunity dilutes them they will remain there. But I can take them out of you and give them to someone else. The way that man looks at me, the desire in his eyes, I can make him look at you that way. If you want."

[Evil Random Ferret]

Tessa The Shapeshifter

-~-{[( Emotion is a Monster in Disguise )]}-~-

Everything was blurring together. The lights, the body heats, the thoughts and emotions that filled her body, overwhelming her already weary, confused consciousness. Tessa was aware of the woman, moving around her, touching her, toying with her, forcing automatic reactions out of a body that Tessa wasn't sure she was in control of anymore. The woman's words echoed into her mind, reverberating like guitar strings against a hollow base. The woman mentioned the pheromones, to which Tessa so desperately desired to inform her they were gone, destroyed, but it was the effects on her mind that stayed, that ensnared her. Quickly, however, the woman moved Tessa's attention to the man, and her confused mind, lagging from the intense stimuli, struggled to understand.

Her body, however, reminded the Shapeshifter of a desire so basic it could not be ignored or misinterpreted. Her body didn't care that she was hypnotized, entranced by this creature of lust. Her body wanted sustenance so as to continue to exist, and whenever Tessa's consciousness set on the man, she switched. Her consciousness fell back, and her body took over, like an override. Tessa suddenly took off, swiftly moving through the ravers, until she was on the man. She tackled him to the ground, claws in his throat to keep him from screaming. To ravers, because of the lighting, the drugs, the simply not paying attention, they would appear as lovers in the shadows under the table. Tessa shredded the man's clothes, removing her own, so that most of their body was in contact, and she rapidly absorbed him. It was like watching one person melt into another. Her cells attached to and pulled in his, at such a rapid rate that it didn't look real. Whenever he was gone, the only traces of him were his shredded clothes, and the blood from the neck wound she'd given him.

Tessa skillfully put her clothes back on. Dressing and undressing was obviously an art she had mastered. She got up, and looked around, her consciousness coming back into control. Her eyes immediately darted through the flashing lights and changing colors, trying to perceive Faith.

[elementalwolf01]

Faith watched from her place on the dance floor, nearly gawking at the spectacle that she had beheld. It was so...
beautiful. Truly giving in to the animal instincts that should always guide the actions of a creature, especially one who was only mostly human. She felt desire lurching through her body as if it had physical form within her stomach, churning and tearing her body into action. She stood her ground however in knowing that she was already too late to join in the suffering of this particular human but if she kept Tessa close then the potential for more was infinite. They could have anyone, anything, they could consume the world. Faith was a creature comfortable in her silken pale skin but perhaps having an allie wouldn't be so bad. The thought of torturing someone and having means to get rid of the body was tantalizing.

Something inside of her hesitated, if only for a moment, she knew now that she was not the only one of her kind, but, how different were they? Tessa's powers were so different than her own, and they were both amazing and horrific, but that kinda worked for her. She began back towards Tessa in seeing that she was having difficulty seeing her. With such a display of power, Faith thought it appropriate to express her own in a way that was not so appealing as the lust she had shown before. She needed a means to clear a path back towards the tables, and she knew the perfect one.

She began moving forwards, her heels clicking opposite the beat of the music blaring overhead. As she waltzed back to Tessa her hands found the many various bare skins of dancers along the way. Anyone she touched immediately stopped dancing and stood motionless for a brief second before either dropping to the ground at her feet or attacking the person they were closest to. Utter pain and rage and the responses of those under the heavy influence of the rave scene created the perfect environment for festering emotions. Those who did not subconsciously move out of her way met her fingertips and with that simple touch about a dozen people erupted into fits of rage. She could feel the emotions fester within herself before finding their release into the people around her.

The taste was thick in her mouth as friends turned to enemies and the confident, drug induced dancers began experiencing the worst trip of their lives. One man was pushed out in front of her, a large male of dark skin who threw a punch in her direction. As if it were a dance she swayed around the large fist and wrapped her fingers around his face, grasping his jawbone in either hand and sending waves of depressing directly into his throat. She yanked his head lower, hands still tight on his cheeks and pressed her lips against his temple. Although the angle he was bent into was extremely uncomfortable, the man caught his footing and propelled himself into a twirling motion, causing his own neck to break beneath her touch.

She laughed coolly at the satisfying snapping sound and the tension and pop that was the release of his life within her grasp. She tossed his limp body effortlessly to the side, swallowing hard to monopolize on the controversy swarming around her. With as little as touching a few hormonal youths she had initiated a massive physical fight. She stepped off of the dance floor and moved a few steps to Tessa's side, watching at the expanding quarrel that had begun. She looked to her side to meet Tessa's eyes and awaited her reaction, and hoped that she would come to stand at her side. The duration of their relationship would depend on this moment.