▐ ℒιvιиɢ ↓ℕ Ѻʙʟιvιℴи ♛「1ST ARC」

[Zelia Darling]

A mere disturbance of movement was enough to draw even the slightest bit of consciousness with the sleeping damsel. Behind eyes lightly shut was a drifting mind that was slowly awakening. The sounds of a bright, sunny afternoon, chirping bird and loud a** neighbors and all, were increasing in volume with each passing second. Noise and the bleeding sunlight would cause a stir in the bedsheets, leaving the woman shift and squirm in reaction. She let out a muffled groan in between light sighs of slumber as warmth grazed her arm and forehead. Her body turned the opposite direction of light, sound, touch, or whatever senses her slomewhat conscious mind was able to make out in this very state. She was not ready to be awoken. Not yet.

The choice of sleep would not be hers to make, to her misfortune. Perhaps it was not misfortune at all, but mere responsibilities scratching at the threshold and the faint sounds of running water. Again, Zelia stirred under messy bedsheets that of which wrapped along her bare, soft peach skin. Her arms that her sprawled in front of her reached for a dangling pillows off the side of the mattress. Even with closed eyes, she grabbed onto and the pillows close, placing its fluffy mass beneath her head and bare breasts. Her legs wrapped themselves over the blankets and tangled within its folds as she curled up to find comfort. But it was useless, the disruptive noises ignited her senses and sparked a conscious thought, awakening the sleeping beauty.

A hazy scarlet gaze peered through fluttering lids to find sunlight pouring the closed blinds. Her face remain partially buried by the folds of her pillow as she nuzzled into her. Another muffled groan left her as she would lie still with little motivation of getting up. Beside her was a space in the way of the sun rays, illuminating the vintage designs of a black and white comforter. One of her arms remained extended over the place of vacancy and she easily remembered how it had gotten there. Lucifer was once there, underneath her slumbered embrace after a night of passion and intimacy, but wasn't anymore. But he wouldn't be gone for long.

The bedroom door swung open suddenly and unleashed the tiny beasts responsible for the scratching and scraping noises coming from the hallway. Zelia felt a tingling sensation crawling up her legs, waist, back, and arms as two little creatures crept upon her. She knew it was coming; a barrage of sniffing, pawing, and crying from her beloved Mochi and Suki. It was mid-day and the poor things were hungry and begging to be let out of their potty breaks. But Zelia just wasn't ready to get up on her own. Oh no, she fought their cute and needy actions by burying her face into her pillow, blocking their nips and licks at her cheek. Mochi and Suki, however, had some back up from none other than the man who had stolen their owner away from them the previous night.

It was a fairly small alliance between the two beasts and the Devil himself. He would simply plant a firm smack onto Zelia's vulnerable a**et, causing her to squirm under the sheets. She let out another muffled sound in response to his blunt tone, perhaps another groan or a moan of enjoyment. Zelia kinda like that sort of thing, even though it was entirely different situation. Still, she continued to lay in bed until she was awoken by shouting. It seemed like the animals weren't the only hungry ones.

"This ********]

Pushing against her mattress, Zelia had finally arisen from what remained of sleep with messy hair, a bare body, and all. Mochi and Suki immediately squeezed beneath and and pawed away for her attention. Her tired gaze shifts to the animals before she wrapped them within her embrace, nuzzling the both of their soft fur.

"Good morning, you little shits..." She yawned while scratching the ears of both the kitten and the puppy and then shot a look at Lucifer as he watched her from the hallway. "What? No kiss? Nice to see you as loud and abrasive as ever, Redhead. Demanding Ihop, Waffle House or some outdoorsy s**t. You're like an angry bear straight outta Hell when you wake up hungry, aren't ya? " She scratched her head as she sat down at the edge of the bed, shooting her tired gaze at the Lucifer, who was already looking a bit grumpy himself.

Soon, she'd throw the sheets away from her, unveiling her naked voluptuous form and allowing her to finally crawl her lazy a** out of pet. Across from the bed were small bowls of the pets with bags of dry cat and dog food stashed away behind a nearby nightstand. Zelia motioned toward the bowls, kicking away discarded clothing on the floor to take care of the hungry animals. Once they were taken care of, Zelia began to check her drawers for her favorite pink undergarments and robe and threw those one for convenience. Not like she or Lucifer would care really, but it was a bit too cold in the apartment to stay naked anyway.

Zelia met Lucifer at the doorway and she lazily laid her arm and face against the door frame. The distance between them dwindled as she leaned into the space, her gaze meeting that of his emerald's. A lingering scent of cinnamon filled the air between them, enlightening the groggy woman, drawing her attention, and entrancing her. A faint grin appeared as she was reminded their wonderful night together by just the sight of him. They were no longer acquaintances, contacts, or a pair of young punks that used to date. It seemed so strange that after a sudden urgent meeting came such a turn of events, and less than 24 hours at that. Who would have thought? Surely, she wouldn't have prediced that they'd end up waking up together like this.

"So," Zelia began, her soft tone elevating as she flirtatiously batted her eyelashes. "You gonna kiss me or will you let me through to freshen up with a shower.? Your big butt is in the way."



✦ ＭＯＯＤ : Sleepy - Playful
✦ ＬＯＣＡＴＩＯＮ : Bronx - Apartment
✦ ＣＯＭＰＡＮＹ : Lucifer
✦ ＯＵＴＦＩＴ : Pink bathrobe & lacy underwear

[Wrathful Deity]

Sunlight dripped through curtains that had seen better days, casting a gentle illumination upon the naked form belonging to the soldier of fortune that occupied a rather broken bed. The room itself was coated in darkness save for the gentle illumination of both the sun as well as the chain of computer monitors that faced the bed, each of them glistening with information that gently scrolled down as various searches were ongoing at the time being. Next to the bed remained a metal case which contained various types of ammunition for the mercenary to use. Eyes of hatred and anger opened to gaze upon the workbench that had been hastily constructed in the early morning hours as she looked upon the briefcase that the gang banger had been carrying. Memories glossed over why she had returned to that piss hole. Ah. To wire it with shaped charges to deliver a directional explosion. Slowly the memory of last night bloomed within Chiquita's mind as she recalled discovering the woman who had seen her execute the young man from earlier that day. She had tracked the woman to the shithole she called a home, and there she had waited until she was certain that entry could be possible without alerting the woman. Towards 0300 hours, she had made her approach and infiltrated the shitty housing and left a simple note of her wish to meet with the woman for but a chance, even though her mission parameters dictated that she kill any survivors... she held the distant wish that this one could be helpful and perhaps allow them to extend their life through an offer. Chiquita soon scolded herself for such wording of a thought. Wish.

Wishes are for the living. She reminded herself as her tired gaze shifted away from the workbench. Her hate filled hues soon fell upon the familiar form of one of two pistols she carried with her throughout the years of wanton slaughter. Her right hand soon reached for the weapon, feeling it's cold, black steel in a gentle manner. Almost caressing. Loving. Where as I, am the walking dead.

That's right, her humanity died out in the sea of mud, s**t and grime that was left over by 'civilization' as she was forced to survive in the a** end of human society. Never mind the fact that she had sawed the head off of a man for fake politics at the age of thirteen or executed a family of six in her teenage years in the name of bettering South America's position. All of those small wounds to her humanity soon became too many to bear as she witnessed the pinnacle of depravity after she left, wandering into a den of crazed killers, child molesters, criminals and every vile sort of disgusting creature which adorned a human face and skin. The world as she knew it was soon devoid of any light that she could see as she was buried under the mountain of gutter trash that thrived throughout the world until all she knew was that darkness, it's all consuming night. Until she had fallen too far down the path of a killer that wore the face of a mercenary who worked for money, a woman who could honestly bomb a church or even raid a refugee without moral conflict or even fear. She was a husk, a shadow of her former self. A walking, breathing corpse. It is what the world had finally turned her into despite all those around her who wished for nothing more other than to open her eyes and see what life she could have had. Honestly? She had, for a time, believed that she could have changed her direction and run away. That was until her leg was blown off and she eventually hunted down the man who blew it off and cut his own leg off otherwise she would have killed the man's child. Honestly? She would have killed the child without remorse or hesitation. She would have felt nothing in face of the act of blatant murder and cruelty that she had unleashed on those many blood stained nights she spent in Southeast Asia... until she finally found direction under the guidance to the man who gave her the body she now possesses. As thankful as she was, her soul never got rid of the blackness that coated it like the abyssal blanket of the void. She was, forever and eternal, apart of the night. To never feel the true warmth of hope and sunlight on her face and soul ever again. Did she care? No. No reason to place false hope or trust in a god when it was the weapons at your side that you could trust.

My only savior. Her singular thought rang through the haze of memories, shattering the reminiscence as her dead gaze fixated upon the cool, black steel as she allowed her fingers to wander across it's hard surface. It's cold temperature that mirrored the chilling temperature of her apartment. The sensation of cold steel upon her fingers shot a sensation of exhilaration coursing through her body as the metaphorical hairs on the back of her neck stood up, burning through the wave of horrific pain that buzzed through her body. Knowing that she required the shot to calm her nerves, she allowed herself to lose herself in the bliss of feeling her gunmetal. Her dead gaze was soon filled with what appeared to be life once more as her memories rushed through every kill she made with her pistols. The splatters of blood, scent of gunpowder and the ruin left in her wake. The memories were quick as admiration for her own work and workmanship of the beautiful weapon upon her fingers pulsed through her body, shaking the euphoria of memories away in the mere blink of an eye. Quickly her gaze snapped from her weapon to the computer screens as she scanned the data feeds that flowed across their screens. It seemed that her friend was hard at work. Soon she rolled off of the bed, cracking onto the floor much akin to a dog too lazy to do anything about it. Quietly, she came to her feet and begun to clothe herself in the bare minimums for the time being. No sense in wearing a bra half the time, considering that her body was... 'fake' in terms of the truth was. She could honestly walk about without any clothing at all without any amount of shame. Wouldn't have been the first time she had done so. Regardless, she quickly looked over the computer screens before she typed several messages into a program and awaited responses. They were quick, informing her of the data mining project they had been working on as well as some additional information on the woman they were looking for. So now Zelia had an address, but a rather fake one. The woman at the bar moved quickly. Irritation washed over her features as she spoke into the programs mic.

"Then her purpose has served it's use, retaliation and escalation will be carried out." Her voice held it's usual notes of finality as an expression befitting of the grim reaper adorned her face. It was clear she seemed to be out for blood this time. There was no need for her to slaughter the gang, but if they survive a little... ventilation, then that's entirely up to them. She read the response, warning her about spreading chaos throughout the city. She simply responded with a simple. "Gangs often find themselves the targets of others, a drive by is inevitable."

Chiquita set the mic down and moved quickly across the room to begin adorning herself in clothing she found rather suiting for her work. Slipping on a pair of black tactical pants which hung somewhat loose on her waist, she quickly slid a belt through the loops with a brass buckle of significant size. The buckle itself housed a small spring loaded system that was capable of firing off small pellets to wound an opponent should they get close. An interesting concept of her own creation, as it was a simple mechanisms that popped up using springs and merely behaved like a gun either way. After that, she slipped hard knee protectors followed by metal plated combat boots which possessed a bone white skull design upon them. As for shirts, she slipped on a rather form fitting under shirt, black while she slipped on a combat vest with dual holsters for her silenced pistols. The vest itself possessed various pockets and an arrangement for several canister grenades as well as a single fragmentation. She turned her gaze towards the immense anti-material rifle that sat on the other side of the room. Her baby, a weapon she often found more useful when killing Superhumans, considering the size of the rounds it fired. She merely shook her head, knowing that such a weapon would be unnecessary for this confrontation. She reached for her pistols and checked their magazines to see if they carried a full clip for the time being. Having been satisfied, she slid the custom made pistols into their holsters under her arms while she begun to walk towards the door. On her way out, she grabbed the briefcase and it's detonator, followed by a small 9mm sub machinegun should this woman have friends. With both care and concern cast aside, she ventured into the hallway as she bothered herself to reach into the mailbox to retrieve a smartphone and a PDA that she could effectively put through someone's skull and it'd still work. Tried and tested.

She made her way through the apartment complex as she continued walking through the corridors without so much as a second glance from the tenants who bothered themselves to be outside. The look on the woman's face was enough conversation for them to leave her alone. She quickly descended down the backstairs and walked out of the backdoor as she made her way to the vehicle she claimed as hers for the time she was here. Her empty hues rested upon the sight of a vehicle with tinted windows. An SUV of modest sized big enough to transport materials that she needed, but quick enough to run down anyone who decided to give her some trouble in terms of speed. Regardless, she allowed herself to travel through the city until she reached the docks roughly at 1100 hours. When she had arrived, she ditched the vehicle at the far side of the docks as she made her way to the shed in which the exchange would be essentially 'going down' as the locals seemed to say. Regardless, Chiquita continued until she gained access to the shed through an already opened door that one of the dock workers had left open, thanks to her instructions that she had left the night shift. As she stepped in, her gaze had become fixated upon the general area until she heard it. The telltale sign that her quarry was here.

"Hello?"

The voice's call was feminine and near silent, but loud enough to be heard at all corners of the Shed in which they were meeting within. After all, it was the one that Chiquita's 'friend' owned, and she often used this shed in order to shelter individuals she was hired to kidnap or places to end lives. The only herald of her coming were the mere impacts of her metal soles upon the stone floor. It was when she came within a modest distance that she stopped as she allowed herself a moment to observe the woman from up close. Nothing remarkable. Just another life she could snuff from existence. "I dislike people who are late, you're early." Chiquita commented as she shifted her feet if only slightly, her voice tasting of South American descent while her right hand gripped the briefcase's handle for the time being. "Your curiosity has gotten you into a rather interesting predicament. Normally, I would have simply slit your throat while you sleep... however I've taken an interest in you as you match a certain description relating to an individual I am looking for." Chiquita then opened the briefcase for Ember to look into, holding it open for her to see the contents within. Sixteen white blocks of what seemed to be powder. Drugs. "This, is what got that boy killed. Sixteen blocks of an altered version of a rather common drug modified by the Hirabayashi group located in Tokyo, Japan. Now, that they dislike having individuals know about their particular ******** ups, they hired me to murder the people who knew. As of last night, that is the thirty second person, and you, depending on your answer..." She paused as she closed the case and simply tossed it towards Ember, the case sliding to a halt just before her feet. "You may very well be thirty three." The mercenary remained still as she reached into her pocket and pulled out something obscured by her right hand. "I have two options, I pay you one hundred grand right now to keep you quiet for the time being and you, can tell me where this woman is." She asked, tossing the item that she had withdrawn from her pants pocket towards Ember. A picture of the woman she had met the day prior. Zelia. "Or... I can just blow your ******** head off."

"Under normal circumstances, I'd just blow your ********' head off and call it a day, but I have a description that fits your pretty a** rather well. I'm not interested in what you talked to the b***h about, just a general idea of where the ******** this slut lives. I need to talk to her about a... few things." She then reached for another item located within the combat vest, pulling it out, while her right hand pulled out her silenced pistol and cocked the hammer back. "Like I said, decide, because I ain't gonna wait all ********' day while the rusty ********' gears in your head turn, though lemme ask ya this..."

"Think that one little b***h a** slut is worth gettin' in a death match for?"


Mood Calm.
Location Bronx - Docks Shed A12
Company An Unknown Contact, possible enemy.
Outfit Combat gear: Combat vest, Undershirt, tactical pants (Black), Metal plated combat boots.

[Escaflowdra]

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Kyoko didn't think she would be running into one of their wanted targets while off the clock at a club. His appearance surprised her, the regular drills of execution running through her head on what to do with him when she would turn around and attempt to take him down. But... his icy breath on her neck convinced her she was a little far from protecting this entire place by herself. Gabriel was, without question, a man that Troy not only knew, but wanted gone. Aside from Gabriels' status as a superhuman, there was something in his past that Troy seemed to know. Whatever it was, Kyoko looked around and recalled Lilly meeting somebody, talking to somebody. Gabriel seemed to be a laid back guy for the most part, offering to have a little fun. She couldn't help to think about the negatives at first, but as her caring of the high TNT alert started to disappear, she made the conclusion that she was off the clock. It wasn't a good statement, and it definitely didn't help her position at all. If Troy were here he may have fired her on the spot, and if DOGS were just as informed on private targets as Elites were, Kyoko would be in a sea of trouble. Other than risking Lilly seeing her, who else was going to catch eye of such a ridiculous moment. She was dancing with the enemy, but she sure as hell tried to enjoy it for what it was worth. As they danced he put a hand on her hip. Boy, did that cause her to be slightly alert. Everything about the guy was cold. His touch, his breathe, his everything... except his aura, his atmosphere. How could a guy who was under TNT radar risk dancing with death so easy? Why was his cockiness so rare in an enemy? She knew a lot of former enemies she had taken down with egos twice as big as his, but why... did his seem different? She could only try to focus on the dancing, killing him not being an option and honestly being something out of Kyoko's ability to perform without compromising half, if not all the people in the room.

"Are you kidding? I'm off the clock. No reason to risk my neck for unpaid time, I need this. Speaking of needing, you came here for a reason right?" She inquired as she had rested her back against him briefly before turning around. She gasped small, a noise went unnoticed in a sea of noises, and looked at Gabriel who teased, "Aren't you just the perfect worker bee?" "Don't forget the sting," Kyoko smirked almost darkly as she rose her boy heat. They could make a nice steam. As she danced, wrapping her arms around his neck she had to wonder why the ******** he was in the club in the first place. It wasn't a joke. Why would he make himself known and put himself in a dangerous position? Kyoko couldn't imagine him just somehow knowing she would agree to his terms, but to take the risk of dancing with an Elite? Just begging to be shot in the head? Was he trying to commit suicide or did he change his mind the moment she started to swing her hips around? "Why'd you come here Gabriel?~ Did you want to feel something? Get some heat to melt that ice cold heart of yours?~ Don't worry baby..." she smirked slightly and moved her lips to his ear, whispering, "I've got some warmth to give." It was one thing to ask herself why he was there, but she didn't even get an answer. If Kyoko knew herself better, she might have guessed she didn't want to know the reason why. "Don't worry. I won't kill you without a parting gift baby. Don't die from a heatstroke..." "Oh don't tease me if you can't please me." He grinned, rubbing her chest against him, putting her hands on his and guiding them to her hips. She kept a close eye on Gabriel until his eyes averted. What's he looking at-- she thought briefly until he slipped a hand up her bare neck and she shivered.

"W-What are you doing. This is dancing, n-not--" not what? she asked herself as she seemed to flinch to the feeling of his hand on her cheek. Suddenly her throat tightened. Why was his hand on her cheek throwing her off her just newly gained rhythm? He grinned, he curiosity growing as she was about to pull back. She could feel her heart beating fast, confusion mixed with embarrassment. She wasn't going to make it, or at least she felt like it when she was being held almost innocently not in the palm of another man's hand. The high-energy dance groove and Gabriel slowed it down, slowed her down, with a simple gesture, but before she could react or even reject he grasped her cheek and leaned in, kissing her. She widened her eye, ruby eyes bewildered in complete and utter shock that their lips were touching. Most men that she ever came in contact with blended in to be about the same temperature. She could never recall the feeling of holding one man's hand to the next if she wanted to. Sex was a different story, something she more so avoided than her sister, Leigh. She wasn't one to really grasp the idea of maintaining a relationship status with her ******** up past, and probably ******** up future. Her time in TNT would expire with her life, and such a dangerous life to live, too many people she could her, the remains of her family she had left. She thought so long and hard about relationships. What could work, what definitely wouldn't and the what ifs. But when Gabriel pressed his lips against hers she distinctly felt the chill of his powers. It was like kissing ice, but finding it to be a strange mixture. For a girl with fire powers, somehow it was oddly comfortable to feel like she wasn't melting, but that her heat was exploring the cold depths of another person than herself. Some people didn't enjoy winter, hated the snow, stayed indoors, but Kyoko, frozen as she was, couldn't help but to record the feeling that separated him from past lovers and men in her past. And it caused her to heat up significantly.

"We should do this again sometime, lover girl, I have so much I could show you." He pulled back, Kyoko feeling the cold on her lips bring about another wave of cold after finally being exposed to air, and she gasped. He winked, slipping into the crowd as she tumbled slightly on her heavy legs. "You're on duty, Ms. Kyoko," she heard an unfamiliar voice as she turned her head and looked up to yet another piece of a** in the bar. "Uh..." she looked at him and stared. "Leigh is at the bar compose yourself and wait for my signal, he's not to escape is that clear?" She gave a quizzical expression, wondering who the hell this guy was and then she clapped her hands, almost as if she was never head-spun in the first place. "You're the guy Lilly was talking about! Yeah so hey, listen, I love Leigh and all but if you saw me out quickly and know exactly where she is, then I'm gonna assume she saw all that and told you--" he already had walked off, "--she wanted to kill me. Yaaaaayyyy......" But before Kyoko could even turn to go find out where Leigh was over at the counter or whatever, Leigh popped out of ******** nowhere and nearly gave Kyoko a heart attack. "Kyoko!" "Oh god I'm gonna die." "Come on! We need to block every exit, Gabriel Adams can NOT escape! " Leigh grabbed her wrists and tugged her along past the dancers. "Lilly is at the bar, I need to get her attention without exposing myself.." Kyoko tilted her head curiously. Well that was certainly a strange thing. "Exposing your powers or what? I mean, if you're worried about exposing anything it should be your a** in those short shorts. I mean you may as well take them off Leigh, I can see the goods your flaunting." There is no way I'm getting off easy so... may as well die dramatically.

Once they got through the crowd and reached the bar Leigh knew she had to finally end Lilly's great evening. "LILLY!" Kyoko looked curiously at Leigh and sighed, "I could have gotten her if you didn't want her to see you. That and the arm candy she's acquired-" Kyoko tried to help the situation until she caught eye of what a lot of people did. Water spiraling over the crowd. She looked at the water as it seemed to be moving, alive, He can liquify himself? Damn... Kyoko thought as she realized how tricky it would be to ever get around that, and watched him "he's gone into the drainage system!" Having watched Leigh throw herself at the body of water did nothing, but what would have happened if Kyoko tried to evaporate that form with heat? The point was, she didn't try. The crowd was becoming frantic, they had just witnessed something strange and scary. Kyoko thought up an excuse to not use her powers, then recalled how they weren't supposed to expose themselves as much as possible to the public. "There's no way we'll find him, but set a perimeter around the building, get a task force down here to search the area, he could be anywhere but we still need to get a search started." Salem's statement caused Kyoko to frown slightly. So much for party night and getting out to relax a little. "I've never been so grossed out by water before.." Kyoko heard as she crossed her arms, in a deep train of thought. Then, like she expected at some point, Leigh grabbed Kyoko's hand and dragged her outside. "Don't even thinking about taking off on your own, you're in so much trouble." Kyoko growled slightly.

Quickly Leigh headed over by Salem, still keeping a firm grip on Kyoko like she was a dog about to get beat for doing something bad. They went to check up on Salem, to which Kyoko looked him over and he explained, [******** hit me good," The glow Salem emitted from his hand wasn't something entirely surprising to Kyoko as it was to Leigh, "Yo-" "Leigh! Koko!" "Hey! What the hell-" Lilly quickly covered Leigh's mouth as she shushed her. "You're being too loud! I can't have him see you!...or me." Kyoko gave a light smirk. "Are you okay, commander?" Lilly looked over at him, by the time she had directed her attention toward him he was already heading towards the sidewalk. "I'll be heading back home, I need to type up the report for Troy." And just like that Salem had left the trio behind to take care of their own business. "Oh god.. " Lilly was obviously more concerned about the part about filing out a report herself. Leigh angrily swatted her sister's hand off of her face. "Oh, would you relax! Wolf is the one who has to write the reports now! So calm down!" Leigh directed her attention back towards Kyoko. "AND YOU!" Leigh tugged on Kyoko's arm to pull her closer. "Just what the hell were you thinking? Not only were you dancing with our target, Gabriel Adams, but you were actually flirting with him?! And don't you try to lie to me, I've known you almost all my life and I know when you're really flirting and when you're pretending," Leigh let out a long sigh as she shook her head. "could you imagine if mom had seen you doing that?"

Kyoko looked over at Leugh and pulled back her arm, snapping it and locking it an arms crossed position. "No way, Koko! Did you really?" "Yeah, but you know dad would have some smart a** remark, maybe even praise her a little." "You know--" That isn't the point, Lilly! The point is, if Troy finds out Kyoko can get into a lot of trouble!" It was then that Lilly looked greatly concerned for Kyoko. "You don't think.." Leigh didn't even need Lilly to finish that sentence to know what she was about to ask. "Wolf did see.. But I don't think he'll mention it in his report. From what I've seen he's not like the others," "What the hell does that mean?" "It means he won't tell, okay?! Let's just get our asses back to HQ, I'm so done with this day." "No hold on," Kyoko grabbed Leigh and held her in place. "You know what, I'm not done. I got dragged into the alleyway with you and your new boy toy to talk about how I ******** up with the capture and security of Gabriel Adams. He came up to me, not to my knowledge he was in the club and threatened to harm everyone in it with his ice power. I know we're supposed to be laying low but I can't help but feel like 'Oh what do I do with a guy threatening to eliminate everyone in the perimeter?' I don't know the true extent of his powers but I wasn't ready to find out in a sea of people on my goddamn night off!" Kyoko gritted her teeth angrily. "If mom would have looked at me like I ******** up I sure as hell would feel like she didn't care what I had to say. Sure, the dancing was provocative and maybe I went a little far, but I sure as hell didn't have an idea right off the spot. We all take a risk. Meeting new people who we don't know well yet," she glanced to Lilly, "And taking a chance with people in the same position as us," she glanced to Leigh, "But if anybody asks me I was just trying not to be a goddamn slave for a few minutes of my life. I got enough luggage on my shoulders weighing me down and my legs have been feeling pretty heavy lately. I think after my surgery, I should get a free pass."

Selfish as it was, Kyoko sighed and put her hands in her pockets, heading home with the twins.

THE NEXT DAY

Kyoko woke up having a separate unshared room with any other member of TNT she spread her arms out and felt the width of her full sized bed underneath her. It wasn't a bad thing to wake up alone, because she was never actually alone. "Rawr!" a small noise was heard at the end of her feet when she saw the paws of her pet lion cub crawling up on the sheets, struggling in it's two month old stature to get a good pounce to bring it high enough on her bed. Kyoko heard the sheets ripping slightly as she grinned and yawned, stretching and grabbing the comforter to pull it towards her, the cub getting a balance on all fours on her bed. "Hehe. You're all the company I need Fang," Kyoko whispered softly as the boy cub crawled onto her lap and started to knead into the comforter with his claws. Luckily her legs were steel and she'd forgotten to take them off before bed, but the sedatives from the previous day's surgery made sleeping with them once a little more comfortable. Looking to her small feline companion, Kyoko grinned and wiggled the paws of Fang playfully until she got a notice on the communicator. "Break in on the DOGS HQ. Walker responded call and is on the perimeter." "Roger-" "No need," spoke the voice on the other side of the communicator as she gave her device a quizzical look. "We have another operative-" "Nonsense he's my partner and he ******** needs me there. Over," Kyoko growled and switched over to the private channel between her and Clyde as she got up and got dressed. "Clyde? I got a call are you okay? Do you need me?" she asked somewhat panicked about the situation. Thinking back to the kindness Clyde showed her when she got out of surgery and how he didn't take her up on the invitation to the club last night, she wondered if Clyde was alright, but she wasn't sure. Needless to say Fang pawed his way to Kyoko's pillow while she zipped on her suit and put her regular days attire on, waiting on the edge of her mattress for his call.

company↘「Pet Cub "Fang"」
location↘「Dorm Room」
thinking↘「I hope he's alright. Who is breaking into DOGS HQ?」
wearing↘「Mech Suit [invisible], shorts, red tank top ATM」

[Salem Wolf]

The date was going well, wasn't it? Maybe. Maybe not. Daxter wasn't really one for these dating scenarios, not usually, he was more used to the hook ups that came with the job, the seduction for information, maybe some sex for the hell of it. He wasn't ashamed of it, but he didn't date and was a little too confident in his assumption that he could bag Ember for the night. He wasn't just confident, he was cocky, and it was a real game changer to be in a situation where his attitude wasn't actually going to help him get what he wanted, in fact the opposite: it was hurting his every chance. Daxter wasn't at the point where he realized that maybe he was ******** up his chances with the fire princess, but it was going to be a hard lesson to learn soon. Before that, however, he still had a date to screw up, every word, action, everything he did was centered around him being "awesome", but he wasn't trying to get information out of her, not like he was used to doing, he was trying to just enjoy his date, maybe get lucky, he felt like it was going pretty well after all, she was hanging onto his every word and he was making her blush. It was cute, he was really rocking this date thing, but if Ember was socially awkward then Daxter was just socially distant. It was hard not to be, the job required it after all, getting close to people gave others the ammunition to hurt you, hurt people close to you, it gave them all the more reason to destroy what they know you value. Daxter didn't give many people that chance, he gave even fewer people the chance to actually be in that situation. His parents, that was it, the two women who meant more to him than other women did, and of course his loving and very attentive canine, Taco, who was a stuffed animal. Hey, even psychopaths needed someone to talk to who wasn't going to judge.

The cockiness continued throughout the date, he even asked her if she was worth his time, as if that wasn't the most douchebag comment of the day. Daxter put himself on a pedestal, he was a nonsensical mercenary who dealt with assassinations and death on a frequent basis, racking up a kill count higher than the high scores in most shooters. He held a sword and gun more than he held the controller to his gaming console (although a debatable comparison), shot more people than he sat down and had reasonable conversations with; Dax had a skill set more impressive than some warriors in his favorite video games, and he was expected to be humble about it? Not a chance, Ember might've been a dragon but she had to prove herself worthy, after all didn't she summon him for this mission, not the other way around? He was some badass mercenary who was being entrusted with the death of Troy Winter, of course he was cocky. Didn't make it right, or that the eventual reveal that he had more or less been a complete d**k to her the entire date wouldn't surprise him, it just meant that...he knew he was something special. That didn't mean Ember wasn't, but she was hiding things for a reason; the dump in the Bronx, not taking this matter into her own hands, if she had nothing to lose why fight like you did? Questions that made him question her. But it wasn't often that people denied him, usually it was the other way around.

They left the restaurant after he paid the bill to their lunch/dinner date, she thanked him and he just brushed off her idea to pay him back for it, what was the point of that? It was a date, the person asking usually paid anyway, just good manners. Not that Dax was all about them, but in a dating scenario it was just the thing to do, no repayment required. But that was the least of his issue, as they continued along the sidewalk they kept talking, learning a little more about one another that he felt would be a good thing for the long run, he desired to learn more about Little Miss Dragon and he was sure she thought he was fascinating just the same. Their talking went towards the topic of talent, and Ember inquired to him how good he assumed she was. Though he knew she meant literally, he steered the conversation in a slightly different direction, wondering if the dragon was feral, hoping that she was a little more bad than she let on. It was nice to know there was another monster out there, maybe he wouldn't be the only one, maybe the monsters out there weren't actually people that deserved to continue scaring the normal people. Ember, if a monster, seemed reasonable enough not to get herself killed, some self-preservation that not a lot of them had, just like Dax. Survival of the fittest was a good concept when you avoided trouble too, then again his scars might've revealed a little less self-preservation and a lot more stupidity. But being bad, being evil, a cold heartless monster, soulless and evil, maybe that was a concept he was taking too far. Was he like that? Maybe. He never tried to figure it out. He wasn't too fond of the idea of a dark passage he could go down, a stairway to hell that crumbled each step he took. Did Ember feel the same? He couldn't say she did, she didn't look at him like someone contemplating the idea of being evil, no, maybe she was a little less fond of the idea than he thought. Stupid. But who? Her or him?

"But it doesn't really matter does it? At the end of the day the only real question is: how far are you willing to go to get what you want?" But it did matter, the concept of good and evil wasn't just a silly morality choice system in video games, but it wasn't just black and white either. Shades of gray, everything was a shade of gray. Dax wasn't good, but he wasn't evil, he was a shade of gray somewhere in the middle. A moral code, twisted, but a code he lived by, it kept him off the path of pure evil and it didn't allow him the luxury of becoming a fully good type either. But what was he, really? Sure shade of gray sounded like a nice concept, but was he going to stab someone in the back to get what he want? Betray the people who adored him most for the things he felt he needed? Would he go so far as to burn every bridge he ever built for the sake of regaining what was lost to him? Shades of gray worked well for the people who weren't so crazy, or stupid, but it left them along, hard to trust. Daxter was alone, hard to trust, even his parents he didn't see a whole lot for a variety of reasons. Where was Ember on this moral color scale?

"There is no saying to how far I'll go to get something. All I want is one thing. I'll take down anything that stands in my way, even if the drive to get to the end kills me." She'd die for what she wanted, which was right now he knew to be the death of Troy Winter, and the deconstruction of the entire TNT organization, along with everything they built, founded, started up. Respectable, certainly a lot better than the reasons he had to die for. But the serious conversation came to a halt, it was time to let go of the seriousness and Ember's social ineptitude came back, asking about ice cream. He was almost in disbelief that she didn't know what ice cream was, but it was time to let her learn, starting with mint chocolate chip. She mentioned the smell of mint and mint chocolate chip was a great starting point, unless you wanted to go original and get with vanilla, or a slight variation of original and use chocolate as your first choice. But Dax wasn't one to stand in line just for a vanilla or chocolate, a mint chocolate chip though? Well that was worth standing in line for. And he would be lying if he didn't say he wasn't being a little sexual with his ice cream cone licking, maybe a hint? Maybe a perversion? It wasn't done innocently, but that seemed to be Dax's motif, whatever he could do for a rise. The rise he got was her mimicking him, and it was damn...nice. She knew how to use that tongue.
"It's good," she spoke as she looked over at Daxter and crossed her arms, holding the cone and taking in the taste more. "Anyway... Follow me."

It was time for the surprise, whatever she planned to show him he was interested in, not a lot of people wanted to show him things, unless it was the end of a gun. That happened a lot more than he thought should, and he wondered if maybe he was a problem magnet. He finished his cone and followed after Ember, mind reeling with possibilities of what she wanted to show him. Maybe it was a little bit of the heat he knew she could produce, maybe it was the fire of her soul, maybe a spark of passion? It was exciting.
"Actually... I... I'll show you this thing some other time," she said, which surprised him a little. She seemed into the idea of showing him something, and now it was like a huge tease.
"Seriously?"
"I'm getting a real bad headache and I need to head home. Thanks... for the dinner. I had fun." He shrugged and accepted that the date was over.
"I'm sure you did, I'm a pretty fun guy." There was the cockiness, he was so sure she was having fun that he pretty much assumed she did, regardless of her saying it. Didn't she agree? Ember stopped frozen in her tracks and moved her eyes from looking at Daxter to looking back at the trash can.
color=#F87217]"Well, I should be going. See you tomorrow for the preparation of the mission and all. Catch you later, Daxter," and...that was it. No kiss, no goodnight, no anything, just her walking away. How odd.
"Wait, no goodnight kiss?" It was important to him, a sign of a solid date, but with no kiss it meant she wasn't...interested? What did he do wrong?
"Perhaps another time-" There was no way he could be content without knowing why she wasn't interested in those awesome lips of his.
"Wait," he said as she attempted to leave, grabbing her shoulder. She gave him a look, which wasn't shocking, he was stopping her.
"W-What is it?" She asked, presumably a little nervous over the reason he was stopping her.
"Why won't you kiss me?" It was a legitimate question, a little insight into what he'd done wrong would be nice, why she wasn't somehow 'wowed' by him throughout the date. Or maybe she'd gotten the wrong idea he needed to rectify.
"Why? Daxter, you sound like you expected me to. The entire night you've acted like you basically bagged me like a trophy. You're arrogant, you automatically assume I'll have sex with you or something. Like you know how great you are. It's...a turn off." The explanation was simple, but it had a bigger impact than she probably realized. The entire night he'd treated her like just another mission, despite not even a few hours ago admitted he liked her, and was into her. He wanted to learn more and did that, but at the cost of being some kind of dinner-buying interrogator. It wasn't how a date was supposed to go, and he clearly ******** up. His eye contact was gone at this point, avoiding her eyes by looking at anything else. Lips, forehead, cheeks, breasts, the sky, ice cream stand, the park behind them, the people in the background making out by the tree, kids tossing a frisbee and one getting hit in the face. He would've laughed but the realization of his mistake was a little heavy at the moment, and with that he took a moment of silence, processing. "I had fun, but..."

It wasn't a long moment of silence, but it was enough, his mind firing on all synapses, thinking about the date and the course of what he'd done, how he'd acted, things he said, and how she reacted. It wasn't hard to see he'd been a little bit of a...douchebag. Funny how that word means so little compared to how much of an a*****e he really was.
"I..." it was an inhale, slow and steady, "am sorry." Ember blinked, not that he was looking at her face at all, or any part of her body by this point. The grass swaying in the wind, the leaves blowing about the sky, the clouds moving faster than he ever could far above the ground. He really hadn't treated her at all with the respect she deserved, if she'd done this to him he'd be infuriated with her.
"..What?" He put his hands behind his head, still avoiding eye contact, body language enough to show he'd gone into a little bit of hiding, reserved. He realized by now he may have just completely screwed up his chances with a second date, getting to know her better, and once the mission was over regardless of what happened it might be better for them both if he just moved on like usual.
"I'm sorry, really. Have a goodnight, Ms. Dusk. I'll be seeing you tomorrow." He clicked his tongue, ending the conversation and the date between the two. A clear symbol it was over, a 'welp' of sorts, awkward. He walked away from her, still avoiding eye contact.

'I shouldn't be dating anyways, I don't have much to offer a woman like that. Sex? Certainly none that come with strings, just motions. Emotions? Besides a few...not really.' Daxter continued on home as the thoughts of the date filled his mind, he really didn't think he could care so much but he was really into her, a lot more than he clearly showed. 'Just like a mission, whatever it takes for seduction. But she wasn't into that, she wasn't a target either. I'm not used to the dating scene, I focused so much on getting what I wanted I didn't even consider the possibility it wasn't the right thing to do. How do normal people deal with it?' Normal. Wasn't that a concept to laugh at. What was normal anyway? Well, whatever it was it wasn't what he was. He might as well end the day by going home, popping in a game, and blowing the heads off the bad guys while getting away from the idea he might be one of them: a bad guy.

Returning home he shut the door behind him and tossed off his jacket as soon as he was in, letting it land in the kitchen on the table carelessly. He was alone in the apartment, no roommates or loved ones to share the space with him, instead just a stuffed animal on the armrest of the couch. Dax sat on the couch next to his stuffed animal chihuahua, Taco, and exhaled audibly. The stuffed animal didn't say anything, didn't make a noise, and didn't make any motion whatsoever, it was just a toy. Picking up the lightweight beanbag animal, Daxter walked into the bedroom and tossed the toy onto the bed, throwing off his shirt into the corner of the room and laying on the bed, pulling the animal onto his stomach.
"I think I messed up," Daxter said to no one in particular, at least no one that would reply. He grabbed the animal's head and nodded it up and down, as if in agreement. "Shut up, you weren't even there." He exhaled, sighing, maybe out of the ridiculousness of talking to the animal, or maybe because of the way the date ended. "For once I was actually interested, you know? I mean she's smoking hot, presumably had fire powers, and a dragon. Can you really call anyone more worthy of a beast like me than that? Erm," he moved the paw of the animal onto his lips, causing him to grumble at his own action and push the paw away. "I. I know. The whole 'I'm so ******** awesome' is what killed it. Or helped, anyway. I mean, what do you do when you piss off a ******** dragon anyway?" Keeping hold on his animal, Daxter tossed it away and sitting up. "I don't care if you're flammable, get your a** back here!" He chuckled to his own line, sitting on the edge of the bed and going to retrieve Taco from the corner of the room.

Laying back down, Daxter stared into the beady unmoving eyes of the stuffed animal.
"So what should I do? I should talk to her, yeah that sounds like the right thing to do, explain s**t. Uuuuuuhhhh she's a dragon though, she might have a temper. That'd be hot though. Well ******** it, I'll give her the night to get over my assholeishness and talk to her in the morning." Standing off the bed he brought his animal with him into the living room, deciding to spend the night away from people (like usual) and playing video games (like usual).

The Next Day

Daxter woke up early and yawned, intending to go meet with Ember and explain the behavior of last night and hope she would be willing to give him another chance. None of the bullshit, just his interest in her and an actual desire to make a connection. No expectations of sex, or that he was too good to pass up, but show her he was interesting enough. But first it was breakfast time. Opening his eyes to the light filtering through his curtains he noticed a mosquito on his arm, which caused him to blink and smack it quickly, the blood it had drank squirting on his arm like a murder victim. He grinned at the thought and sat up heading into the bathroom, feeling the light grain of his facial hair before grabbing a razor and slowly crossing across his face, nipping himself with the razor and bleeding into the sink. One drop. Two drops. A thick drop sliding down his face, Daxter slid his finger across the blood and licked it off. He took a quick shower, sliding the loofah across the various scars and marks on his body, lathering himself up and using the steamy shower to clean himself off, a vigorous rub of his shampoo into his hair and he stepped out to put on his pants.

Into the kitchen for breakfast he went, putting a pan on the stove and heading it up, and grabbing a package of ham out of the fridge, pulling a knife out of the drawer and slicing open the package carefully. He tossed the meat onto the hot pan and let it heat up, frying it before slapping it onto a plate and cutting through the meat like a surgeon, slicing up the meat into small bite-sized chunks. Bite after bite until his plate was empty he stood up and decided he was still hungry, this time grabbing a couple eggs out of the fridge and using the same hot pan to crack them over, frying them up before long. Sticking them on the plate he splattered Tabasco sauce on them, splashing the drops like thick drops of blood across the plate. He cut into the eggs with his sharpened knife, the yolk running as he grabbed each chunk of egg and ate quickly.

He returned to the bathroom to finish his routine, grabbing the floss and tightening it around his fingers like he was about to strangle somebody with it, each tooth flossed carefully, pulling and twisting the floss through his teeth until they were cleaned. A toothbrush and toothpaste across his teeth gave them a little extra cleaning, brushing apart the remaining bits of food in his teeth and with a little mouthwash spit out whatever remained for clean fresh breath. He returned to his room and grabbed his shoes, slipping them on and gripping the laces tightly as he tied them, grabbing a plain shirt and sliding it over his face, pulling on it as it contoured to the shape of his face, like he was being wrapped in plastic or something. After a moment he pulled it onto his body and slipped a hand through his hair, grabbing his keys and leaving the apartment with a little smile.

His goal was simple: the shack in the Bronx, heading through the city he finally made his way to the Bronx where the shack was located, but after knocking on the door and peeking inside it was clear there was no one there, Ember was gone. He sighed and put his hands on the back of his neck, wondering where she'd gone and how he could find her. He looked down at the floor near the front door where he'd been peeking, seeing ash on the ground. 'Odd.' He leaned down and slid his finger across the ground, picking up the ashes of something that had been burned, rubbing his thumb and index finger. It was burned, just ash remained, no way to determine what it was. Leaving the shed he figured it was a wash, nothing he could do in this big of a city to find her, unless he tried to pick up her trail and even then...he knew Ember was careful. He shut the door behind him and slammed his forehead on it, pulling it away and discovering the door was...kind of sticky. 'Ugh gross!' He leaned in to see the source of the stickiness wasn't liquid or anything else he could tell right off the bat, thank goodness, but running his finger over the source it was one small spot, like tape residue. 'The ash is new, it wasn't there when I left yesterday and the residue...hard to say. If they're connected it could have been a note she burned, that or really clear bird s**t and the ash is...something else. Hm, it's worth looking into though, I need to find her anyway to talk about the mission.'

Daxter wasn't sure if there was anything going on he needed to know, then again he probably didn't need to know any part of her life, but he was set on the idea of there having been a note taped to her door she didn't like, thus burning it inside. Maybe he was thinking about possibilities too much, but regardless of what happened he needed to find her for multiple reasons, not the least of which was discussing what happened yesterday. The best way to do that was to try and find her, but he didn't know at all where to start. 'This could turn out to be a long ********' day...' He sighed, beginning his search for Ember Dusk, the elusive dragon.

→ Location: Bronx [Looking for Ember] ↔ Company: N/A ↔ Outfit: Casual Clothes ←

[BIoodbane]

Rion Galford
"Alter"
Mad men define what mad is,
turning witches and saints to ashes

As the two settled into their conversation at the bar, "Ryan" spent his time taking a few sips from his glass, listening to Lilly as she spoke to him. He said nothing when she mentioned that apparently lilies were her mother's favorite flower, though he did wonder a little about the wording of that statement. 'Was'? Did... something happen? He pondered the idea of losing a close family member at what was a relatively young age by today's standards, but felt it was best not to go any farther down that path of conversation. Instead, he simply smiled when Lilly said it was nice to meet him, before taking another drink from his glass. After a few moments, she asked if he came here often, explaining that she tended to come with her sisters, but that work usually kept her busy. This caused him to pause as he thought about just how often he came to this club, before shrugging his shoulders.

"Mm... every once in a while, I suppose. More often than not I keep to myself, but sometimes it's nice to be out in a crowd of people, you know?" He explained, now wondering if this would perhaps be a rare chance to meet this woman, since it seemed both of them only came by every so often. However, before the conversation could go too much farther, a shout caused both of them to look away from each other, as they heard Lilly's name being shouted. While he couldn't see her in the crowd, Rion couldn't help but figure that the hand waving above everyone towards Lilly was the person who shouted. "One of your sisters, I presume?" He said with a little laugh, though soon the situation was not quite so funny as a crash interrupted the relaxing situation. Oh for ******** sake...

As the liquified form of the superhuman moved above the crowd, Rion kept his eyes focused on the moving water as it exited through one of the pipes. He then heard a male voice say exactly what he had just seen, almost as if he had been going after what was sure to be some superhuman. Surprisingly, Lilly reacted to the situation by making a hasty exit, but not before coming back and writing her number on a napkin. "H-hey, wait--" He started to say, but before too long she had left the bar, leaving him looking at the napkin quizzically. "Uh... thanks..." He said quietly, seeming more focused on the matter of Lilly's sudden exit than the thing everyone around him seemed to be freaked out about, at least until that same voice could be heard, now making some sort of orders. He looked up, catching sight of a male with black hair but saying nothing to get his attention as he left the building as well.

There's no doubt about it... that had to have been TNT. Great... and I was just beginning to enjoy this evening. He thought with a but of concern, before downing the rest of his drink. Well... at least he did have her number, so he could call this a small victory at least. Since his drink had been paid for already, Rion left a couple dollars as a tip for the bartender before making his way out and onto the streets of Manhattan, where he decided to take a leisurely stroll back to the place he was currently living. While he did much of his work as Alter in Brooklyn, it was more because there was simply more activity in that area. In reality, he lived in rather comfortable conditions; the Lock In Club just happened to be the closest nightclub to his place, which was why he went there every once in a while. At this point, Rion was more or less ready to call it a day, though he couldn't help but wonder what to do about this little encounter... Well... she was pretty cute... Definitely worth calling back.

Thursday, a little before 1 PM

Shortly after waking up, Rion headed to the main room of his apartment and turned on the television, flipping through channels until he found a news cast covering the incident that occurred last night. Sure enough, it was mentioned that while there was no report of injury, the TNT was looking into the matter and was determined to locate the "gifted" who caused the incident, a statement that brought a frown to Rion's face. The word used to have a more positive meaning in society, but the TNT was quickly turning it into a word that roused fear and hatred toward superhumans. I bet it won't be too long before I run into that guy, either...

After turning off the television, Rion looked over at the napkin that he had left after walking in. Picking it up, he took a look at the number that was hastily written on it once more. She sure seemed like she had to get out of there in a hurry after that happened. Kinda odd... He noted, not sure exactly what to make out of that. The young woman named Lilly was a bit of a question mark to him, but at the same time it seemed she enjoyed the short conversation enough to have given him her number. Maybe I should call her... then again she's probably at work. Hmm... It was right around lunch time, perhaps he could get a chance to meet her somewhere during her lunch break? Deciding that even if he couldn't, he should at least head out for a bit, Rion headed in the direction of his bathroom to get cleaned up.

Once in the shower, Rion began to hum a quiet tune, seeming to be in a good mood with all things considered as the warm water rolled down his body. He supposed that as long as he kept himself from getting into too much trouble when it came to the TNT, he was living a relatively good life. He was currently taking some time off his job doing lab research, which was easy for him given how much he needed to be aware of when using his powers to alter different elements of matter, which left him free to do what he felt was the best way he could use his "gifts"; he was determined to show the world that there did exist superhumans who wanted to put a stop to the chaotic ones just as much as the TNT did, but it could be done without the major militaristic presence. As he moved the wash sponge around, Rion gave a calm, relaxed sigh as he stretched to reach as much of his back as he could by having his arm over his shoulder. Before too long the white fluff had been rinsed off of him, at which time he proceeded to take a small palmful of shampoo and run it through his dark hair, getting lost in his thoughts as he gently massaged his scalp. Wonder what movies she likes... eh, I can always ask, right? Although it had been a while since Rion had gone dating, he felt pretty confident in his ability to not make a total idiot out of himself when it came to being around women, so he felt certain that if he did get a chance to meet with Lilly again then it would probably go pretty well, and hopefully he would actually get to know more about her.

After finishing with his shower, Rion made his way toward his bedroom, keeping a towel wrapped around his midsection while he got out a set of nice casual clothing to wear for the day. He was somewhat glad for his power, as it would have been a little more difficult to keep his identity secret if he had a bunch of costumes hanging in his closet, but after a few minutes he was dressed and picking up his phone, where he proceeded to dial the number given to him by Lilly. He wasn't really expecting her to answer, but whether she did or not he was ready to offer to meet her somewhere for lunch in the downtown area.



Company :: Nobody
Location :: Manhattan - Apartment
Thoughts :: Hope she's not too busy...
Wearing :: Casual wear

Rising masses
marching to find heretic blood.

xxx

[Escaflowdra]

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxESCAFLOWDRAxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx


"Hello?" Ember called out as she observed the shed. The shed was long stretched. She grazed her hand against the steel door. Nice, she made a mental note to herself as she looked at the framework. This place seemed to be in tact, aside from a few holes in the roof of the shed that peered small streams of light into the dark abyss. It revealed floating particles of dust from the seemingly unused and abandoned location. It seemed that the Bronx area had a habit of leaving uninhabited, empty sheds around. But last night, hers was found. With the now troublesome thought of whether or not she would have to move, she had a higher priority to take care of the person that seemingly tracked her down to leave her the lovely note/threat. Ember scraped the heel of her boot against the stone floor and peered her emerald gems to glance at a mark along the ground. She wouldn't have thought anything at first but as she looked carefully, the stone floor flashed her into a small memory of the past. "Dad!"She cried out as she covered her eyes with her arms, moving to sit on the stone floor with her knees, ignoring the rubble and rocks that were pressed against her pale legs underneath as she found him crushed under the destruction of their home. "Aaauuggh!! Ember's wide eyes nearly caused her to shiver, was the shed cold or was that just her? Either way, she reeled back from spotting the dry blood on the floor to hearing the footsteps of another person in the room. This person stood in a stream of light as some lightbulbs above flickered. This place was in need of some maintenance. "I dislike people who are late, you're early." Ember looked at the woman and studied her features carefully. She could already feel like they were on the same plane with their aura. The kind of aura that gave off the feeling that they were capable of mass destruction. She has quite the glare.

"Your curiosity has gotten you into a rather interesting predicament. Normally, I would have simply slit your throat while you sleep... however I've taken an interest in you as you match a certain description relating to an individual I am looking for." Ember gave a slightly irritated look. A similar description? Who in the hell would she share anything with? One person popped up in her head but she shook that thought quite quickly as the woman opened the briefcase, allowing Ember to take a good look at the contents inside. But what were they? She narrowed her sight and saw- "This, is what got that boy killed. Sixteen blocks of an altered version of a rather common drug modified by the Hirabayashi group located in Tokyo, Japan. Now, that they dislike having individuals know about their particular ******** ups, they hired me to murder the people who knew. As of last night, that is the thirty second person, and you, depending on your answer..." Ember looked up at Chiquita and snarled. I didn't even know what was in the goddamn briefcase and caught her mid-kill of a boy in the alleyway, so she introduces me to death? How nice... she watched the woman carefully as closed the case, tossing the case that only slid close to the front of her feet, "You may very well be thirty three." The mercenary remained still as she reached into her pocket and pulled out something obscured by her right hand. Ember pulled her hands out of her pockets and readied herself in case this was going to turn ugly faster than she thought. "I have two options, I pay you one hundred grand right now to keep you quiet for the time being and you, can tell me where this woman is."

What the ******** is a grand? Must be a lot of money though. I know what a hundred is, Ember shrugged to herself as caught a small black square object in the air that was tossed to her directly. She took a look at the picture and gave a small twist of her upper lip. You have to be shitting me... Ember thought as a chuckle was sound in her thoughts, but her expression seemed to be more amused than not. That white hair, that gigantic chest that took up half the picture alone, and those beauty marks. This was Snow White, the woman she met just yesterday. God ********-- ugh Ember exhaled softly as she took off the clips on the back of the frame, slowly peeling the picture away from the container to hold it but its old cut corners. This picture has some age to it. Either Zelia looks the same she did a few years ago, or she wears pounds of make up to hide those wrinkles. Regardless, by the feel of this paper, how frail it is, I'm guessing that this woman has been searching for her for quite some time.She asked, tossing the item that she had withdrawn from her pants pocket towards Ember. "Or... I can just blow your ******** head off." Ember looked up with a cold gaze, rock steady as she was mostly unfazed from the threat. It wasn't the first time Ember had encountered somebody with the determination to kill her if she failed to give them what they wanted, but at the same time she never had to deal with giving away information. The first opportunity for Ember to walk out of a fight, scratch free with free money in her pocket and for what? A rather obnoxious woman who complained a lot, drank a lot, hung out at a strip club and was probably hanging out with her so called ex-boyfriend? Ember recalled how she wasn't sure whether or not Zelia was even taking part of the plan they came into agreement on yesterday. Lucifer didn't really want to be involved so maybe Zelia had convinced the both of them to stay out of the line of fire. It was a rather good guess, but as Ember stared at Chiquita, the gears turning in her head she listened.

"Under normal circumstances, I'd just blow your ********' head off and call it a day, but I have a description that fits your pretty a** rather well. I'm not interested in what you talked to the b***h about, just a general idea of where the ******** this slut lives. I need to talk to her about a... few things." She then reached for another item located within the combat vest, pulling it out, while her right hand pulled out her silenced pistol and cocked the hammer back. "Like I said, decide, because I ain't gonna wait all ********' day while the rusty ********' gears in your head turn, though lemme ask ya this... Think that one little b***h a** slut is worth gettin' in a death match for?" This woman had a lovely dictionary she was using. "Hm..." Ember hummed silently as she turned the picture around to have Chiquita look at it. "Let me guess. She's pissed you off somehow right? Oh, don't worry, she did the same to me too. She's got quite the attitude when she's going against something, that's for sure. She's got a big head on her shoulders, but I'd say that you're more like her friend than her enemy with your attitude. After all, both of you share a foul mouth, a love for absurdity, hell the few 'things' you want to talk to her about may very well be how you're going to '********' something, personal interests aside. And I'm kind of not in the mood to have a bullet in my skull," Ember spoke straight forward as she rubbed her two fingers holding the picture in a crinkling motion, burning the picture to ashes. Her dragonic irises narrowed, the slits of her pupils focusing heavily on Chiquita as she moved her hands down to her sides, reaching inside her ultility belt to pull out a small steel sheet. It wouldn't do anything in the form that it was, but Ember could easily manipulate that. "I don't really care about money, and I'm not the kind of person you can pay off for information. I'm going to guess you're a mercenary, or at least you've been trained as one. The way you talk, your arrogant attitude, know-it-all expressions. You remind me of somebody..."

She trailed off to the thoughts in her head but looked at Chiquita with her now silver-glowing eyes. "The silences pistol, the remote location, the love note you left me, you're pretty sharp. You're right, you could have tried to kill me in my sleep. A little experiment we'll never get to try because I never sleep. Don't think I'm kidding? If you happen to survive this encounter... You're welcome to try," Ember spoke as she looked down at the ashes, kicking them with her right foot as she stepped closer to the woman, "Because that little 'b***h a** slut' has something that I need, and I'm not going to give anybody the pleasure of taking me further from my goal. No amount of money will recover what she can provide for me, so... let's go." She spoke as she sharpened her steel sheet into several blades, holding them between her fingers as she waited for the first strike. Snow White owes me big.

company↘「Chiquita」
location↘「Bronx - Docks Shed A12」
thinking↘「Time to light up this dark corner.」
wearing↘「White Collared Shirt with Black Jacket over, Skinny Jeans with boots, assorted blades」

[Wrathful Deity]

"Hm..."

The sound of it was nothing more than a melodic hum that infiltrated the silent atmosphere which filled between them while a flame which burned beneath the surface of Chiquita's mind was soon lit ablaze like a forest fire spreading through a sea of dead foliage. From the body language displayed by the woman, there was something rather keen about her that interested the Mercenary to a point of interest. She was more than just flesh and bone. She could see it in this woman's eyes. She was familiar to the threat of death and imposition of another individual attempting to end her existence. Soon, that flame which mulled beneath the surface of her mind grew brighter, filling her mind with thoughts of slaughter, violence and blood. The darkness which lay beneath it all begun to bleed into the lifeless eyes in which she commanded. That which witnessed a thousand deaths, if not more by her own hand. She felt a rush course up her spine as her hand tightened upon the weapon she held. She was intrigued, she wanted to hear this woman's choice before making any decisions. Such thoughts had occurred in little more than a split second as Chiquita compiled the insight to guess in which direction this may go... No. I want her to fight, this is blood I want to spill. This hunger lingered within and only served to be set aflame once she spoke again as the Mercenary remained silent. It beat through her mind like the heartbeat of an immense beast, a hellhound wishing for nothing more than blood as it screamed and roared into a deafening height. It demanded blood, death, violence and chaos. All of these things were what she loved for it was what made her feel alive. It was the only driving purpose in her life, to dedicate her every waking moment to gratuitous amounts of violence and to build off of the mere fact that she wanted nothing more than to hunt people down. She wanted them to struggle, to fight for survival. She wanted nothing more than an end to the mewling bitches and cowardly bastards. She wanted blood, and through this simple moment, she hoped this woman would give her blood.

"Let me guess. She's pissed you off somehow right? Oh, don't worry, she did the same to me too. She's got quite the attitude when she's going against something, that's for sure. She's got a big head on her shoulders, but I'd say that you're more like her friend than her enemy with your attitude. After all, both of you share a foul mouth, a love for absurdity, hell the few 'things' you want to talk to her about may very well be how you're going to '********' something, personal interests aside. And I'm kind of not in the mood to have a bullet in my skull," A wicked smile dawned upon her face, in what could have been guessed to be in a predatory manner. She liked this woman... no. She loved her as Chiquita's wish for violence begun to boil over as the memories of pointless slaughter passed through her mind. Under her gaze, she remembered all of the battles that amounted to nothing save for those against extraordinary individuals. People who fascinated her every being and individuals that she remembered throughout the years, people that pushed her towards the edge of life and death itself. People that made her value her life... even as a member of the walking dead. [********' is for the livin', b***h. But ya little harlot, it ain't about the mood, but rather whether or not your ******** capable of keeping your shitty ******** head on straight." Even after that, Chiquita's smile grew more and more amused as the conversation continued on, looking forward to seeing what exactly what this woman would say. "I don't really care about money, and I'm not the kind of person you can pay off for information. I'm going to guess you're a mercenary, or at least you've been trained as one. The way you talk, your arrogant attitude, know-it-all expressions. You remind me of somebody..." Mercenary. More like Blood Merchant, but regardless, Ember was right on the dot with the assumption of what this woman was and what she had become over the years, though she found her reaction amusing.

"The silences pistol, the remote location, the love note you left me, you're pretty sharp. You're right, you could have tried to kill me in my sleep. A little experiment we'll never get to try because I never sleep. Don't think I'm kidding? If you happen to survive this encounter... You're welcome to try," There it was. The act of defiance that she wanted from this woman despite the fact that it seemed she was capable of using some type of heat or fire? From the mere fact that she had burned the picture to ashes, it amused her. It filled her with... glee. Gone was the expression devoid of emotion and existence and soon it was replaced by an excited smile as it was armed with a modest amount of seemingly amused chuckle. She could see it in Ember's eyes that she already knew the answer, as this woman would choose to fight. It didn't take long for her to revel in the thought of future violence, watching as she manipulated the metal into blades. Wonderful. Interesting. Beautiful. She thought as her gaze never left Ember's own draconic hues. I love this woman, and I hope she fights as good as she talks. I want this... to be something to remember. These thoughts were soon silenced as Chiquita listened on to what Ember had to say. "Because that little 'b***h a** slut' has something that I need, and I'm not going to give anybody the pleasure of taking me further from my goal. No amount of money will recover what she can provide for me, so... let's go." Her smile grew wider than ever as it felt as though her cheeks would split from it, while teeth were bared as violence lit up within her gaze. She opened her arms like that of a priest welcoming someone into an embrace as she begun to laugh quite freely. It was as though she were amused, though this was more than amusement. She wanted a fight... one to remember... she wanted this woman to be worth it. "This is ********' great! Holy ******** is this wonderful! Beautiful even!"

"After wading through the s**t and muck of this piece of s**t city, I finally come to someone who doesn't ******** scream, but rather openly challenges me! This is ******** beautiful! I ******** love you, woman." Chiquita admitted as she begun to circle the woman while her gaze was fixated upon her. Her boots graced the cold and bloodstained concrete with a light step as she lowered her arms and allowed herself to relax her body. She was shivering within, for her soul screamed for this, it desired this. "I've gotten so sick of shootin' down ********' pests in the asspit of the world, that I've forgotten what it's like to get a real ******** challenge. But... tell me ********, you're going to put up a fight, right? You ********' better, because if you don't..." She trailed off as she aimed her pistol towards Ember as she spun the item in her other hand through her fingers shortly before popping off a top to display a small button. "How well you think you're gonna do all that ********' s**t talk... with a ******** hole in your head...?"

As that question left her lips, she pulled the trigger on her weapon immediately after finishing her statements. She had no intention of waiting for Ember's response as she wanted nothing more than to fight until either one of them was dead or she was forced to retreat. Quickly, she emptied the clip of twelve rounds in Ember's direction shortly before she holstered her pistol and pulled a small, compact sub machinegun from her back and opened fire. The mere goal of this was to simply get Ember to hug the ground in front of the briefcase. As she fired off several controlled bursts from her weapon, she begun to put distance between herself and Ember for the time being, a typical tactic for a gunman considering Ember seemed to be using a close combat weapon. Though that wasn't the only reason that Chiquita put a modest distance between herself and the woman she was trying to kill. In fact, there was another weapon already deployed. She clicked the small button on the stick she carried and crushed the item in question, tossing it away as she drew her secondary pistol as she bolted towards the exit while the briefcase detonated. What had been mixed into the drugs itself was a small concentration of homemade shaped charges she often used to clear out large groups of people, or when she had conducted terrorist activities in South America when she was a child. The explosives themselves packed enough force to bring down the shed on itself and also to be heard for a short distance away, nevertheless, it wouldn't attract the authorities for a good while. As Chiquita had cleared out from the building, she quickly rolled herself over the hood of her vehicle and aimed her weapons towards the ruined shed.

You better not be dead b***h... I know you aren't dead...


Mood Calm.
Location Bronx - Docks Shed A12
Company An Unknown Contact, possible enemy.
Outfit Combat gear: Combat vest, Undershirt, tactical pants (Black), Metal plated combat boots.

[The Raikura]

Emerald irises focused intently on the slumbering beauty who stirred under the sheets from the movements of the critters that whined to be feed by their owner. Nuzzling against the woman that shielded herself from not only the sun but the fact she would have to awaken instead of sleeping in all day as she would normally do until working tonight. Seeing as she was a stripper, or how Zelia preferred to be called an exotic dancer, her beauty sleep was a must and required if she wished to be on top of her game tonight. Though Lucifer was fully aware the she performed her A-game when dancing on stage with the other Devil Syndicates for a performance. Those that required a one on one private session with the beloved Snow White would have to have a large amount of wealth as he remembered Mama Adore wouldn't allow Lucifer himself to ask for a session with Zelia the day he arrived at the Devil's Den, considering what occurred during that time Lucifer recalled the recent death of Leah. Though Zelia's ruby glazed orbs displayed a desire to dance for the devil.

"Good morning, you little shits..." What a woman. Or better yet, Lucifer's type of woman. Someone who can handle Lucifer's unsettling anger and dish back her own snarky remarks which would've caused him to punch her. However Lucifer couldn't punch Zelia, no matter how irritated or enraged he would've been towards the woman. "What? No kiss? Nice to see you as loud and abrasive as ever, Redhead. Demanding Ihop, Waffle House or some outdoorsy s**t. You're like an angry bear straight outta Hell when you wake up hungry, aren't ya? " An amused smirk lifted the corner of his thin lips, chuckling in a low tone in response to her statement. "Hey, what do you expect when all you have in the fridge was three pizza slices from who knows how long ago and an empty carton of milk. The carton was empty Zelia. EMP. TY." Groaning in a hushed tone as he could feel his stomach swallowing its own which caused Lucifer's anger to boil beneath his skin.

Lucifer's eyes focused on Zelia tossing the sheets that hugged her form, watching her breasts bounce in her movements which caused that anger and starvation to immediately fade in a matter of seconds. Some would call him a typical male but in all honesty if someone else was in his position they'd probably completely disregard their hunger the moment Zelia's ample bosom graced their eyes. Emerald irises trailed over each inch and curve of her hourglass body, the growling stomach silenced as she took responsibility of her pets by feeding them. Mochi and Suki were definitely divas, meowing and barking until they were feed, demanding constant attention and wanting to be pampered. No wonder Zelia picked those two critters, they were miniature versions of herself in some aspects. The diva aspects to be exact seeing as a drunken Zelia mimicked a whiny Mochi or a stubborn Suki. Which in the end would require Lucifer's attention regardless of who wanted it, the pets or Zelia herself. He was already involved in her life so why would he try to risk ruining another relationship for his own vendetta.

The Covenant. TNT. Two factions that haven't encountered each other on the battle field as of yet but if the two would, Lucifer only imagined the brink of war that could engulf not only a city or state but a nation that would cause a global phenomenon. Gifted and Superhumans existed across the globe, no one could really separate the gifted from Superhumans except for the so-called Tactical Neutralization Team but who are to say that they weren't hiding their own dirty little secrets behind closed doors. That while Troy was the face of the company and handling press with whomever he hired that a diabolical plan brewed behind the scenes. If Lucifer recalled most of the soldiers who operated for TNT were superhuman, possessing cosmic energy that ordinary civilians couldn't harness and posed an equal threat as well. But by the end of the day Lucifer couldn't care less. He'd rather enjoy this time right here, forgetting the war outside the apartment and relax in the serenity of Zelia.

Lucifer continued to watch Zelia as she searched through the drawers of her dresser in search for fresh new undergarments, seeing as she couldn't use the ones from last night because of....reasons. Zelia eventually strolled over to the doorway to meet Lucifer, the two locked in a deep gaze as she grinned contently after the recent events. The corner of his lips lifted into a small smirk as he couldn't help but sigh contently. Since the 'break-up' Lucifer and Zelia have been at each other's throat relentlessly without mercy. Barking foul and harsh words, insulting each other, sure that may not change now but it's different this time. It would be out of love instead of remorse. "So," Lucifer quirked his right brow, the smirk turning into a devilish one as she batted her thick long eyelashes in his direction. "You gonna kiss me or will you let me through to freshen up with a shower.? Your big butt is in the way." A scoff exhaled from his lips while unfolding his arms across his chest while extending his right hand to her waist, his index finger curled on the rim of her lace underwear while reeling Zelia close to his form.

Lucifer swooped in to deliver a kiss, locking his lips with her plump and lush lips as his right hand held onto her hip. A minute later he released the lip lock, emerald irises reflecting the radiance of lust and love he held for her but decided to fight against the urges from the two ******** like rabbits. "You're a temptress, and I ******** love it. But I'm gonna have to let you take a shower by yourself this time." Murmuring in a hushed tone while he released her and placed another firm smack on her a**. "Go ahead and freshen up, I can still smell the sex on ya~" Lucifer teased at her and allowed her to go through the door way as he headed for the closet in search for today's outfit. Selecting a shirt, hoodie and pants to match he kicked out his black sneakers and dressed himself while Zelia showered. Glancing over to his right he noticed Mochi and Suki sleeping after finishing their meal. "Of ******** course," Rolling his eyes as Lucifer reached for his HTC One Max on the nightstand and decided to shoot Dax a text.


To: Dax
What's the situation with the plan?
Have you contacted him yet, pretty sure he's still pretty pissed after what happened in New Marias.



♘ ▇▇▇ C o m p a n y // Zelia
♘ ▇▇▇ L o c a t i o n // Bronx -- Apartment
♘ ▇▇▇ T h o u g h t s // "I want some god damn pancakes."
♘ ▇▇▇ O u t f i t // This s**t . . .


S P E E C H
T H O U G H T S

[The Raikura]

Clyde assured the bullets loaded in the magazine, slamming the butt of the gun on the edge of his palm to assure there wouldn't have been an jamming when encountering the enemy who foolishly infiltrated the DOGS headquarters for whatever reason. That wasn't of Clyde's concern. No, his primary mission would to be eliminate the enemy and assure no one would escape the facility alive with valuable information that could jeopardize TNT. Unlike the others Clyde wouldn't be incompetent with his profession and his duty assigned to him. A true soldier to the company and that's what he would be known for. A soldier. Not a civilian, not some young adult to regain his lost youth due to his line of duty. A soldier. Crimson irises darted over the metallic sheen of his desert eagles, observing his reflection while he elevated his right hand to his lips and spoke into the communicator coiled around his wrist. "First squad, status." No response. "Second squad, report." Silence yet again. Clyde remained composed, despite his teeth clenching beneath his lips while his fingers curled on the grip of the firearms.

"Clyde Walker," Crimson irises darted in the direction of the unfamiliar voice as he aimed the dual eagles in the direction of the source. Clyde already had his crosshairs locked onto the masked target who started to conversant with him. "you can shoot me now and end me, or you walk away and let me rescue the -- " Motioning his gaze to follow the masked male's direction towards the laboratory in which Dr. Belmont commenced operation on a recent captured subject. " -- woman inside. Help end the atrocities of the TNT and let an innocent life see the sunlight, with her own eyes not clouded by their technology, again." No emotion displayed on Clyde's expression though despite the man before him, Clyde was able to read the emotions masked behind that helmet. Did this guy seriously believe that a soldier of TNT would willingly agree to the terms of a terrorist who dared stepped foot onto the military organization that mankind would severely benefit from. "Tell me you don't believe what's going on in there is inexcusable. An Elite is an Elite for a reason, either you don't care or you're not so normal either, in the latter case...what makes you think they won't do that to you?"

What did Clyde honestly think of the experiments run on by the Gifted he's captured or the other Elite and DOGS managed to apprehend over the past couple of years? Nothing. No second thought crossed his conscience that informed him he was performing terrible deeds for the wrong organization. When given an order by the high ranking officer passed down from Troy Winters, a soldier of TNT carries out that mission without a second doubt. There was no room for error or judgment. A soldier is highly trained walking weapon that operates on command, similar to the DOGS but they were expendable foot soldiers to be replaced in a matter of hours. In life there is war. There are causalities and victims, a never ending cycle of disagreements between two opposing parties that would immediately attack each other without a second guess. That was life. Life is about fighting to claim dominance and those caught in the middle unfortunately paid the sacrifice of being in between.

'Pathetic.'

Clyde swiftly motioned his right hand and pulled the trigger of the desert eagle. BANG! The bullet soared from the barrel of the gun and pierced through the armor coating of the enemy and immediately drew blood, penetrating into the right thigh. "You run in here and spew your words, believing you're doing the world justice itself. But what does one woman matter when you've idle sit in the shadows along with the rest of your squadron infiltrating as thousands of others died. I don't care for the importance of her life but if you want to rescue her. Then you're gonna have to kill me," Clyde bluntly informed the man, already giving him the handicap to assure that this bout wouldn't last longer than ten minutes. "I kill to save lives, sacrifices are the necessity of this world. What is one life compared to the lives of others? " Normally Clyde wouldn't have talked with the enemy but the anger riled up from last night started to peak and used this male as an excuse to vent on. Clyde's aim steadily remained on Defiance, daring him to move as his crimson irises locked onto the opponent.

"Clyde? I got a call are you okay? Do you need me?" Clyde ignored the voice from his communicator, briefly glancing down at the device before speaking into it. "Kyoko, double time over here. I've already encountered one of the enemies, who knows how many more are on their way." Clyde wasn't going to ignore the call, despite his own personal feelings. Right now his priority was eliminating those of the incursion.

▇▇▇ C o m p a n y //Defiance
▇▇▇ L o c a t i o n // DOGS HQ - Experimental Department
▇▇▇ T h o u g h t s //"This guy is a joke."
▇▇▇ O u t f i t //Tactical Combat Uniform(TCU)


S P E E C H
T H O U G H T S

[Escaflowdra]

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Zaira looked at Defiance until he took off for the building running. At the time she jumped down, Stelara trailing shortly behind her as the operatives took motion into the DOGS HQ. It was time, finally, to get a hold of the single most powerful device Zaira had yet to face with her Rebellion. Defiance took care of the doors in front of him, allowing Zaira to easily trail along. The snipers were doing an excellent job until they got to the main gate and found the door unlatched. From that point on Zaira would be receiving emergency calls in case something bad would start to brew outside. "Thirteen soldiers mobilizing nearby, coming from the hallway to the left. To the right is the stairwell, five soldiers. Cover your ears." Defiance ran ahead and used his momentum to leap onto the hallway's wall, kicking off with a spin while pulling out small discs that he tossed to the left hallway. The three discs flew like miniature frisbees and adhered to the walls, igniting a loud high-pitched shrieking that emanated from them, echoing down the halls. The nearby soldiers were immediately forced to stop and put their hands over their ears. Zaira shot a glance at Defiance as he started to take down the stairwell with the remaining soldiers being in his care, looking over to the hallway her and Stelara were left to deal with. By accelerating her speed she jumped onto the wall, going side to side until she met with the first soldier, kicking him on the side of neck and slamming him into the wall. She skidded along the ground, picking up the silenced pistol he dropped and quickly rolled her body down, pouncing off the wall and swinging her legs to trip the two soldiers nearby who seemed to be on their tiptoes. She stood up, blocking the bullets of those who managed to get over the flashbang discs with a barrier of her magical ability.

She pulled back the barrier towards her until she pushed it forward, knocking some soldiers away with such impact they hit the wall down the hallway and lost conscious. Zaira let the barrier dissolve as she continued to attempt to disarm all the people that were getting in her way, swiftly moving with acrobatic skill to maneuver around their attacks, getting to a vulnerable position and taking them down. As she approach the end of the hallway she saw a shadow cascade down the hall to fall in front of the corner she approached. With her back to the wall, Zaira slipped down with silent ease as she kept her breathing steady. She leaned forward to get a glances from around the corner but didn't see anything, then looking to the shadow on the ground but - it's not there anymore... Zaira stepped back in confusion until she felt something hot under her feet.

MEANWHILE...

Kyoko look at her communicator, strapping on the boots as she waited for the call that Clyde would be hopefully responding to. Thinking about Clyde she recalled last night and how he had brought her doughnuts after her surgery. Though many people decided to leave Kyoko alone during times like that, Leigh and Lilly came to her aid as any family would. It was Clyde, growing on her as a partner, she never expected to show that kind of kindness. Maybe he was a bit oblivious at times, couldn't read signs easily or something, but with the way some other female soldiers looked at him it was needless to say Clyde was a Specialist a lot of people would like to pair up with. Why her? Well needless to say it was a recommendation by Troy but it got Kyoko thinking until his voice perked her ears up to listen, "Kyoko, double time over here. I've already encountered one of the enemies, who knows how many more are on their way.". She nodded to herself and spoke into the communicator, as she registered the idea that he sounded pretty upset, needless to say Kyoko was actually worried about her partner getting into a tangle with some rebellions entering the DOGS establishment. She could only hope they weren't going against hundreds that would infiltrate the building and started to take off running. Hearing on her communicators that there were snipers by the front she took the back entrance into the facility, and when arriving she ran down the long halls, pushing past guards that were doing their routine drills. Kyoko's gear was ready, her heat was ready, now she just needed to find Clyde.

He's fine, Kyoko. Stop freaking out, she swallowed gently as she narrowed her eyes at the sight of soldiers falling victim to something pushing them against the wall, knocking them out. There was definitely a powerhouse down there, so she slowed her steps and walked carefully. The light gave away her shadow, but she knew it would. Looking over to a drain, Kyoko saw a small A/C unit attached. The emergency fire showers on the ceiling meant there would be drains on the floor, and these drains allowed water of large amounts to drift underneath the building until they reached the sewage system in the city. Making her way quietly to the A/C unit she took off the latch and crawled in, landing in the cramped space that resided underneath the building and pulled the cover silently back on. There we go... she thought as crept up to the crevice, knowing precisely where she was going and came to the corner that was ahead of her. She detected a heat signature past the layer metal that separated her from the intruder and started to bring her temperature to a boil. The small inch of water under her feet started to boil as her gear hummed, the temperature rising.

Zaira looked under her feet as she suspected a noise, but suddenly was sent up to the ceiling with a great smack, tumbling down and skidding a few feet away towards the feet of her comrade, Stelara, to look up and see a woman with red irises and hair to match coming out of a hole in the ground. "Don't resist arrest," Kyoko pointed to Zaira as her flame helped her levitate with propulsion out of the ground, allowing her to set her feet on the hallway tiles, her steel armor clicking quietly. Kyoko's eyes scanned along the ground, "Of course we'll resist," Zaira chuckled and stood up, brushing herself off from the debris and cracking her wrist. "Who would we be to put effort into breaking in here, only to give up because I got to hug the ceiling for a second? Would you give up so easily?" Zaira asked as she lifted a hand as a questioning gesture, but blades slid out of her sleeves and she threw them. They missed Kyoko, but came back slicing at the neck and some hair on Kyoko's person. She groaned, seeing that the blades were actually discs that worked like boomerangs. "Clever..." Kyoko smirked as she ignored the cut on her neck and heard a gunshot. She widened her eyes and looked to the side, "Clyde..." Zaira's eye twitched as she growled. "Oh?" Zaira immediately went onto the offensive, casting a spell with a white emblem to appear under her feet, charging her with an acceleration boost to run through the flames and knock Kyoko down. With the redhead slammed into the wall, Zaira asked, "Is he your partner? How ******** cute--" But was interrupted by Kyoko's steel leg moving Zaira with ease. Zaira couldn't feel much flesh kicking her away as she landed roughly on the side, Kyoko charging towards Stelara with flames engulfing her hands as she was going to make sure neither of them would be standing at the same time. The more off balance they were and closer to the ground, the easier they would eventually burn.

company↘「Kyoko / Stelara」
location↘「Manhattan - TNT HQ - DOGS Corps HQ / Experimental Dept. Hallway」
thinking↘「Why did she say his name?」
wearing↘「Black collared shirt, black sleeves, blue ribbon wrapped around left leg, black tight pants, utility belt, heels of course」

[Escaflowdra]

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Ember stared at the woman before her and observed her carefully while making her statement. It was a matter of getting the two on the same terms of knowledge. It wouldn't be much of a kill for either of them if they didn't get to indulge in the mind of the other for a bit, but for somebody as tenacious and driven as Ember to end things that 'wasted her time', she certainly was going to take as much time as she desired from a mercenary. If there was one thing she was finding out about this woman, was that she was impatient with answers but was resourceful. If I stand as the only obstacle between her and Snow White, then it seems she won't have much more option to somehow get an answer out of me unless she wants to run around with her head off her shoulders. Ember talked about how Snow White may have pissed off the woman, and how they were in something along the same boat, though that was sure to boil her blood and make her want to slit Ember's throat. It was all fun and games as she even went as far as to compare them with similarities. She was picking at the mercenary for the kind of relationship she held with Zelia, although she already kindly addressed her as some little slutty b***h. It was a wonder why this woman became a mercenary. She was such a people person. However, Ember spotted a wicked smile from the woman's face, causing a curious spark to ignite in Ember's mind. That was interesting... to say the least.

[********' is for the livin', b***h. But ya little harlot, it ain't about the mood, but rather whether or not your ******** capable of keeping your shitty ******** head on straight." Ember wanted to roll her eyes, but that would just be a split second she wouldn't have her eye on such a dangerous person. Though she did desire to some extent to kick the case back, having the woman get involved with the obstacle leaving her open in some way, Ember was going to pretend she didn't just hear this woman say she was indulging into some kind of mood. Chiquita was bringing out the beast that slumbered in Ember's subconscious, almost as if she was beckoning Ember to lose control and give into destruction. Why was that? Why was this woman's foul language, abusive mannerisms, cold expressions something that she wanted to change. It was as if Ember could see a dark, cold vessel standing in front of her, and she wanted to burn it and break it with heat alone. She quickly spoke before she would give any more thoughts towards the temptation. "I don't really care about money, and I'm not the kind of person you can pay off for information. I'm going to guess you're a mercenary, or at least you've been trained as one. The way you talk, your arrogant attitude, know-it-all expressions. You remind me of somebody..." Thinking shortly to Daxter McLain, her mind wandered slightly until she refocused her thoughts on the woman in front of her. If he was going to be in the forefront of her mind then her priorities weren't straight, and it wasn't like Ember at all to do that,

"The silences pistol, the remote location, the love note you left me, you're pretty sharp. You're right, you could have tried to kill me in my sleep. A little experiment we'll never get to try because I never sleep. Don't think I'm kidding? If you happen to survive this encounter... You're welcome to try," She said as she gave her sign, ready to initiate a fight with this mercenary. Of course, as a dragon, there was no way she was going to allow somebody to talk down to her and make her put her tail between her legs, walking away with no dignity. Like she couldn't take a threat from somebody she had never met. Thinking back to Zelia she could have wiped her away, maybe even gave away her position and let Chiquita do the dirty work. But that would be one less person working on the mission to take down Troy and the TNT, and she needed people for that. They weren't all so willing, as Zelia obviously showed while at the Devil's Den, but she sure as hell needed whatever that woman had to offer. Lucifer brought her to Daxter for a reason, surely Zelia was the same. "Because that little 'b***h a** slut' has something that I need, and I'm not going to give anybody the pleasure of taking me further from my goal. No amount of money will recover what she can provide for me, so... let's go." Ember noticed a widening smile on Chiquita's face while she opened her arms in quite an odd manner. It was something she wasn't used to, but as her silver eyes glowed her ears picked up on a rather wicked laugh from the woman's lips. "This is ********' great! Holy ******** is this wonderful! Beautiful even!" Beautiful...? What an odd thing to say about something that was going to turn to bloodshed.

"After wading through the s**t and muck of this piece of s**t city, I finally come to someone who doesn't ******** scream, but rather openly challenges me! This is ******** beautiful! I ******** love you, woman." Ember widened her eyes in some shock as the mercenary confessed to loving her. She loves me? What... What the hell does that mean? That's not really love, infatuation... maybe. The woman walked around Ember in a circle, Ember keeping her silver hues locked with the woman's gaze as she turned her body to keep the mercenary in field of vision. "I've gotten so sick of shootin' down ********' pests in the asspit of the world, that I've forgotten what it's like to get a real ******** challenge. But... tell me ********, you're going to put up a fight, right? You ********' better, because if you don't..." She trailed off as she aimed her pistol towards Ember as she spun the item in her other hand through her fingers shortly before popping off a top to display a small button. "How well you think you're gonna do all that ********' s**t talk... with a ******** hole in your head...?" Ember smirked. The trigger was pulled, and Ember's eyes lit up as she detected the waves of sound made by the bullets, using her dragonic sense to dodge them. It was taking a lot more effort to dodge bullets than any other magical spell of hers, but with the help and manipulation of her sound magnification powers she was able to trace the bullets paths, curved or straight, with ease. The twelve rounds took a few short seconds before Ember spotted the next weapon of choice. A machine gun.

As Ember stepped forward, she would take another two steps back. She's keeping me at bay, but my steel weapons don't have to be close range, Ember thought as she took the steel and sharpened them, dividing it into ten needles of pure steel all aimed for Chiquita. They were sent fast, but even as some may have pierced Chiquita none of them seemed to have the impact Ember was hoping for. What was more curious was the item she crushed before running out of the building. Upon hearing a faint beeping sound Ember turned around and heard the sound coming from the briefcase, something she was 'ecstatic' to see. Great. Ember thought as the massive explosion took place. Ember, in the hot boiling center of the sun, managed to put her hands in front of her to the source as the explosion's hot intensity pressure tore holes into her clothes, picking up the bullet shells and sending them flying in all directions along with the concrete build underneath it, but Ember's silver eyes began to glow brighter in intensity as she moved her right hand in a powerful struggle, the flames of the explosion pressing against her palm like two sides of a magnet forever unable to touch but the pressure keeping them at bay. The flames were immediately casted around Ember and she could feel the heat sinking into her skin. This kind of explosion would rip the skin off of any human, break them in half even and leave them for dead, but Ember's body was thousands times stronger than the simple structure of any human. An explosion like this was just a wake up call for the start of her day. Ember released a powerful roar as she extended her arms, a orange red symbol beneath her at the fire was redirected into the air, circling around her like a fire tornado.

In the darkness and remains of the shed, Ember's eyes shut. She would not reveal her position in the rubble after the flames seemingly died down and Chiquita would be pointing her arsenal to demolish whatever little bits of Ember she could find left, alive. Then from seemingly nowhere, a powerful blast of fire in a palm's sized shaped smacked into the roof of the car, not only denting the exterior of the hood but blasting through towards the engine. Ember had hoped to hit the gas tank to blow the car up, knowing enough from previous experience that anybody using their own car to hide from an enemy was a fool at heart. Ember continued shooting blasts, keeping track of Chiquita's movements and blocking incoming bullets with magic but soon it began to drive both of the fighters mad. Ember took off at superhuman speed, making her way up to Chiquita while her sound barriers blocked oncoming bullets. With Ember's flames turning a hotter red, she began to fight Chiquite hand to hand combat. As Ember swerved a kick with her leg, Chiquita caught her and tossed her overhead into the ground, but she turned, her free foot and arms catching the ground before impact to twist her body, turning Chiquita over and allowing Ember to light a bed of fire for her to land in. No matter the scorch on their skin, the tears Ember's blades created on Chiquita's attire, it was becoming obvious their skills were evenly matched. "There was too much distance between us--" spoke as she dodged a punch, grabbing the incoming hit with her hand and using her free fist to punch the elbow joint from the outward angle, a painful hit "--And I wanted was for us to get CLOSE" she growled as she was tossed back carelessly. Ember skidded roughly on the ground as Chiquita successfully managed to knock Ember back with a kick to the chest, Ember rolling to a halt as she growled and picked herself up rather quickly.

A string broke, somewhere in Ember's mind. This woman beckoned the beast inside of her more and the urge to resist was weakening as blue flames emitted from Ember's hands. Her Gifted defect, a sign she would be losing control. "I get close to the e-edge..." Ember growled, "Time and time again..." She burst the flames out erratically, scorching unrecognizable patterns into the ground as she tried to stand still. "So why do you aggravate me so much that" she gritted her teeth, "I can't control what I've been trying to for years!" Ember's assault became an all out war as she completely engulfed the perimeter of their fight in her blue flames, trying to burn, melt and destroy everything in the area. The tires of the car melded into the ground while Ember's steel blades shot out rapidly at the enemy, her silver glowing eyes tracing Chiquita's movements as her vision would sometimes double. In such an unstable state of power, Ember had the arsenal, but lacked a steady hand to control it, as did all Gifted.

company↘「Chiquita」
location↘「Bronx - Docks Shed A12 - Ruined and in front of it」
thinking↘「...」
wearing↘「White Collared Shirt with Black Jacket over, Skinny Jeans with boots, assorted blades」

[Zelia Darling]

And just like that, he was hooked. Successfully baiting him with the methods of temptation. One could believe that her sensuous ways were akin to the likes of fabled succubus; such creatures that lure the souls of men by their desires. Armed with only beauty and the magic of seduction. Although, in this situation, it would not end with the man becoming a victim to a sexual, yet dreaded demise. For she, was obviously not the devious creature of temptation in a literal sense.

Lucifer did not hesitate in complying to her demands. In fact, he was quite willing judging by his swift movements. He pulled her in close by the rum of her lace and sealed the deal. Zelia only purred with satisfaction while falling into his space and melding her aura with his. Only for a moment did it seem that their energies became one, just with a simple kiss. She craved it immensely even though she knew the connection between their auras would be brief. Even as their lips parted, the urges to go right back to business wore heavy on her conscious. But not was not the time since Lucifer was still a bit grumpy due to hunger.

Lucifer relieved Zelia of her desires, leaving her to head off to the shower. He gave her butt a firm smack to send her on her way and she could help but giggle and skip away, giving him a cheeky grin before going into the bathroom. From there, she shut the door behind her and got into the shower. A steaming aroma of lavender and berries filled the atmosphere, relaxing the white haired dame as hot water ran across her skin. She then began to hum a simple melody and harmonize as she ran her fingers through her dampened mane. All impurities and worries washed away with the daily cleansing ritual. Zelia was at bliss, as she always was when she got to take nice warm showers. Perhaps she was much happier today, especially since she could not get the session between herself and Lucifer from the previous night out of her mind.

When she finished her shower, she proceeded to her daily routine of blow drying her hair and applying her make-up before actually getting dressed. After she finished, she waltzed back into her room to find herself some clothes. A nice top, torn leggings, and some denim shorts would suffice. While she got dressed, she noticed her that her cell phone on the night stand had suddenly lit up. She picked it up and noticed she had just received a text from Miss Adore.


Recieved From: Mama A.


Hun, I advice you to not show up for work for a bit.
Some crazy b***h is looking for you and s**t went down after you left with Lucifer last night.
I need you lay low for a while until the other Devils and I get to the bottom of this mess.
Please take care out there and watch your a**.
Text me back when you get this.
Mama loves you, Doll!
xoxo




"Whaaaaa?"

It took a bit to register that there was something bad going on. It sounded like a small scuffle at first, probably some beef with the Devils and some gangs out in the Bronx. Rivalry wasn't new and normally Miss Adore wouldn't be shaken by a few threats on the Devils. Clearly this wasn't the case. It was, however, a bit alarming. Zelia replied back without hesitation and rushed out into the living room.


"Lucifer, you need to see this," She approached him from behind with cellphone in hand. "Tell me you didn't see anything suspicious last night or was I too ******** up to remember? Mama just told me not to go back to work today. Either its some gang activity or TNT but... I, uh, don't have to go to work because I'm appaaaaarently in danger. You still think it's a good time to go out?"



✦ ＭＯＯＤ : Concerned
✦ ＬＯＣＡＴＩＯＮ : Bronx - Apartment
✦ ＣＯＭＰＡＮＹ : Lucifer
✦ ＯＵＴＦＩＴ : ew real life referencing

[Salem Wolf]

He couldn't believe the kind of day he was having, as if it needed repeating; first of all despite getting a good start on his reports before the due date, Salem had been reprimanded anyway, to the point of being reassigned. That wasn't bad enough, because now he was hunting the very guy he was trying to protect. On the only positive side, he was having a great time with his subordinate. Back to 'up s**t creek without a paddle', he had been informed Gabriel was at the Lock In Club, a club for those who had a little less disdain for a crowd of people than he did, dancing his cares away like he had the chance of a normal life. Fact was Gabriel would never have a normal life again, not after being personally targeted by Troy Winter. Exitium had been destroyed because of Jin's arrogance, and Gabriel had to pay the price. It was an unfortunate reality of the situation, but when choosing who to follow you never want to follow the guy hated by the majority of the people who knew him. Lots of people hated Troy, but they were the sad minority, a lot of people actually adored Troy. What he did, what he was, how he worked to rid the panic of the population. Fact was, Troy was a sick twisted man who hid that side so well that everyone just saw the charismatic individual, the charitable CEO of the Tactical Neutralization Team. How charming could he be? He didn't see a problem with the word "Neutralization" in the company name. Though that blame really should have been put on whoever named the organization that in the first place. Point was that Gabriel chose the wrong man to let lead him, and now he was paying the price.

The club was as anyone would expect: loud and dirty, he didn't fit in he wasn't even sure why he was trying. Up until the point he started dancing with Leigh he wasn't sure if he was going to even bother with approaching the dance floor. If it weren't for that, the erotic dance from the curvy redhead, his day would have completely and utterly sucked. The dance floor was filled with the dregs of society, at least in his eyes, people whose energy meshed together in a dirty way. Sure the dancing was erotic, but he wouldn't want to come within ten feet of these kinds of people, and although he wasn't trying to necessarily be pessimistic over the whole situation, the fact he was about to come face-to-face with his half-brother's lackey, the same guy he was trying to keep alive but was doing everything in his own power to ******** up, Salem wasn't in a good mood. But Leigh decided to blend into the dance floor, and for that she needed a partner, for that Salem volunteered without uttering a word, and before too long they were dancing. Salem started out as stiff as one could imagine, like he was utterly hopeless in the department of dance moves; but as he started reading the energy of the dance, equating it to a battle without the fighting, it wasn't too hard to get into. He did a few moves that surprised the smoking hot redhead and they were good to go for a little while, at least until Leigh caught Gabriel dancing with Kyoko. He didn't know her personally, but he knew Kyoko was a redhead (like half the TNT force it seemed) and she was an Elite. Cybernetic legs thanks to the TNT, probably the redhead Troy's idea (seriously so many redheads in the organization), something to keep her fighting.

It was time to move out, he gave Gabriel his last chance to escape, there would be no next time. He hurried through the crowd after heading to the bar, saying his few words to Kyoko about meeting with the others and that Gabriel was not allowed to escape, and then met the idiot in the bathroom. It was a short exchange, Salem was surprised he didn't punch him in the face until he stopped twitching, but honestly he just wanted the guy gone. Their discussion was short-lived, about how Gabriel had to go about his escape and then it was time. Gabriel hit him with the force of a geyser which sent him through the steel bathroom door, which hurt more than he cared to admit. He groaned as he watched Gabriel snake through the air in his liquefied form, barreling through the grate into the underground sewers. In a flash Gabriel had escaped and there was nothing they could do about it. 'Perfect.' Groaning as he stood up from the shock to his system, and the pain in his spine, Salem cracked his neck and went outside with few words spoken.

The energy signatures were too many to keep track of, all he could do at the moment was hope no one turned the corner to spy on the Elite Commander as he let a little blue healing energy radiate from his palm into the base of his neck, down his spine, and spread through his body. Healing was done consciously, not usually so concentrated but he didn't have any injuries, just pain, and the healing was more of a pain reliever. Unaware that he'd been spotted by the trio of redheads, only two of which he was actually in charge of, Salem went back around the corner to let them know he was heading home, and with that let the trio handle themselves, after all he didn't suspect he had to lead them home. With the exception of Leigh, who would be more than welcome in not having to go home right away. Walking away he thought about the idea, but after one day it seemed a little...slutty...though he wasn't sure who would be the bigger offender if she agreed to hanging out at his place. He knew what would happen, the sexual tension was off the charts and unless he was really rusty with the dating scene, it was clear what she wanted. He couldn't blame her, though, in better circumstances he'd want the same thing.

It was nice to be home away from the hustle and bustle of the city, at least inside away from it; the quiet apartment with the moonlight shining through the window allowed him to feel a sense of tranquility. He hadn't gone home right away after the dance club, opting instead to grab something to eat and take a nap in the park; if he was going to deal with Troy's bullshit about letting Gabriel escape tomorrow, then he wanted a good day away from him. But all good things had to come to an end, and Salem returned home to brighten the interior with lamps and sit at his computer desk, opening up the word document so he could begin typing out the report. He groaned and grumbled through all of it, reading it back to himself as he listed the occurrence that transpired, the reasoning behind his escape, and word-for-word his own actions to try and apprehend Gabriel. He had to make himself sound good since in reality he'd let Gabriel escape, but Troy didn't have to know that. Writing sentence after sentence did nothing to help clear his head, knowing that when Troy read this he would be pissed, but there was nothing Salem could do about that.

His eyes began to grow weary from staring at the depressing report on his screen, but at least he could report zero casualties or injuries for that matter. Finishing up the report he printed it off and signed it, stapling the pages together to hand in tomorrow, grabbing a manilla folder to slip the report in, and finally labeling it with the date and incident title on the tab with a sharpie.
"It's late," he said to himself, looking down to the keyboard and putting the laptop to sleep. Cracking his neck he yawned lightly and went into the bedroom to grab a change of clothes before heading into the bathroom for a long, much overdue, shower. Throwing the clothes upon the floor he started stripping off the day's clothes that he tossed into the laundry hamper in the corner, stretching his arms into the sky and cracking his neck for a second time, pushing on his lower back with a satisfying crack. "Son of a b***h popped a disk out, no wonder it hurt." Soothing the pain with his powers of energy made it so he didn't feel what Gabriel had done, and hitting the steel door at high speed meant something was going to hurt, luckily the combination of his powers gave him an advantage in the heat of battle. He wasn't immune to pain, he just numbed it when it was overbearing, and the ability to heal as a pleasant side-effect of his powers. But now all he wanted to do was take a steaming shower and forget that his job involved capturing the people he was trying to help free from the constraints of the TNT organization.

Grabbing the bluetooth speaker and syncing to his phone he started playing loud rock music through the speakers, shuffling through various songs he had available. Turning on the high pressured water he stepped underneath the shower head. The hot water struck his jet black hair and flattened it against his body, the individual drops trailing down his back and chest, lower to the floor until it swirled around the drain. He exhaled with his forehead against the wall, thinking to what Troy's possible reactions could be to Gabriel escaping.
"You had one job!"
"How could you let him escape, are you completely incompetent?!"
"Perhaps we should start hunting you, if you're so inept."
"You may go now." Troy says producing a shotgun and firing into Salem's face.

Salem shuddered and turned his back on the wall, leaning against it as the hot water continue cascading down his stomach. He cringed at the idea of Troy taking out his disappointment by way of firearm, but he also knew most of what Troy did was idle threats, followed by very real job-related punishments. Of course having to command the twins was the current punishment, though while it was more a punishment for the twins he couldn't help but feel somewhere, somehow, he had failed and was earning a punishment. Though Leigh made the punishment easier.
"Mm...Leigh..." He smirked at the idea of the smoking redhead grinding against him, and without the confines of pants he realized quickly what that entailed. He turned his face back to the wall and quickly snapped the water to cold to chill him out, before he got some bad ideas in his mind. Shaking his head, Salem turned the water back to scalding hot and relaxed underneath the shower head; his muscles glistening underneath the water's burning touch. Hot, but effective, to make him feel better after the day he'd had. It went from bad, to good, to worst very quickly, and the stress of tomorrow was not making his night any better. But it was time to actually lather up and wash himself clean, grabbing the loofah and squirting the body wash onto it, rubbing the loofah to create the thick suds he used to wipe down his dirty dirty body, that no doubt Leigh was having thoughts about. "Christ...Leigh. Is there any other redhead out there that's as sexy and daring?" He thought about it for a minute and shivered as the thoughts of Leigh crossed his mind...again. Shaking his head for a second time he slammed the bottom of his fist into the wall, "no, bad Salem. You've known her one day now is not the time for some school boy crush. But goddamn it...it's hard wanting things."

It was difficult to keep his mind off the dancing, the really inappropriate dancing that if anyone had actually seen would likely report them to human resources for. All he could remember is the hands, thinking about it he couldn't tell if she had intentionally or accidentally felt him up, then again he was thinking about slapping her a** and he nodded as he slid the loofah down below his waist.
"Definitely intentional." He grinned with a little perverse delight, wondering if the second day would be just as perverse as the first, but how do you beat a dance club and dirty dancing for a first date? "Well, we could just skip to sex -- no! Bad Salem!" He let out a sly little grin despite berating himself for being "bad" and moved to grab the shampoo, lathering up his hair while rotating his body underneath the shower head to rinse off the lathered body wash. He exhaled as the thought of Leigh came back to him, and it wasn't hard to understand why. Well something was hard, just not the thought of why she came back to the forefront of his mind. Moving from shampoo to conditioner he thought about the round juicy a** that kept grinding him, the fierce attitude that he knew had to be the same in...other...areas of her life as was in her day-to-day life. Those green eyes were something else too, and while he was imagining those green eyes underneath of him he clenched his teeth and knew if he didn't take care of business then it would be a difficult night. He rinsed off and let his hand wander below, groaning softly in delight, thinking to the day's events, that little a** shaking, those hips moving, the curves twisting, and those lips pursed together.

Finding himself in bed after a nice lengthy shower where the water started turning cold, Salem laid in bed with his hands underneath his head looking to the dark ceiling ahead. He thought about what he'd have to do tomorrow, show up for work to help search for Gabriel, turn in the paperwork and no doubt have a conversation with Troy about the report he was turning in. He turned onto his side and tossed the pillow angrily against the wall, grabbing another and putting it over his face as he fell asleep, thinking about what would happen and not liking any of the possibilities. Maybe it was time for a new job.

The Next Day, 12:30pm

Salem slept soundly despite his problems with knowing that Troy would be on his a** in a moment, knocking on his door with the manilla folder holding the multiple page report on what happened last night. Troy was no doubt well-aware of what happened by now, but Salem was delivering the official report. With the only positive two words he suspected to hear from Troy all day, Salem walked in when Troy told him to come in, and set the report on the desk.
"I hear our target escaped the club while you were dirty dancing with your subordinate." Salem froze, he looked away for a moment before staring back at Troy, standing tall and confident.
"I had to maintain my appearance as a club goer to as not alarm Gabriel. I was able to corner him in the bathroom before he attacked." Salem replied without so much as a stutter.
"So I hear. Let me give you a piece of advice: don't ******** where you eat. Understood? If I hear so much as a rumor of you and the b***h of a twin in bed together you'll be demoted so fast our custodial supervisor will have to take pity on you. Believe me though, my words are not nearly as harsh to you as they will be to our darling little experiment." Salem blinked at the word experiment, wondering who Troy meant, and noting it was a very derogatory. "Tell me something, is it true Kyoko was seen dancing with the target?" The only word going through Salem's mind at the moment was 's**t' over and over. He wasn't going to be the one to throw Kyoko under the bus, he didn't know her personally but he also knew that it was never fun being in Troy's sights. Still, he nodded.
"Technically, yes. She was seen dancing with Gabriel. However Gabriel had forced her hand, threatening to flash freeze the dance floor if she didn't comply. It's very possible that Gabriel would have done that, he was personally trained by my brother after all."
"I don't care -- "
"No offense, Troy," Troy shot him a glare, causing him to exhale in irritation, "Mr. Winter, but our duties are to protect the people and capture the Gifted in that order, right? Well, she was only protecting lives. Punishing her puts more emphasis on capturing the targets than it does protecting the people threatened by them. Is that really the kind of message we want to send the civilians?" Troy clenched his teeth in seething anger then exhaled gently, slowly smirking.
"Very right you are, Wolf. Your duties are unchanged from yesterday, find and bring Gabriel Adams here. In the meantime I will be conducting interviews for the secretary position all day today and tomorrow morning before I leave, which makes me unavailable. You know procedure." Waving Salem off, Salem could only turn around and exhale slowly at the thought he beat Troy at his own game using protocol. Grinning in victory, Salem began making his way for the door. "By the way, if you don't find Gabriel your name will be added to our list of targets, and believe me if they find out you've been making a mockery of the TNT name I will personally handle your capture. Let that be your only warning, Commander Wolf." Victory seemed short-lived, until Salem approached the exit and turned back to look at Troy.
"Do that and I won't be the only one with secrets coming out for the world to know." Troy laughed in amusement to Salem's threat.
"I've always loved your tenacity to challenge my authority, you're so much better at it than Leigh, who makes me feel like she's the angsty teenager telling her father where to ******** off to. You though...oh you...the day ever comes I have to hunt you down like the animal you are it'll be the most satisfying kill of my career." Troy walked around his desk and sat down on his chair, watching Salem leave but not without getting the last word in...
"Likewise."

Salem reached the elevator and hit the button for the floor with the training room in it, he needed to let loose a little bit and there was no way to safely do that in public. Make a private sparring room for himself, a couple dummies that could be obliterated, and there was nothing to stop him from getting out a little steam.
'Troy wouldn't risk exposing my secret, not for as long as I've been here, it would make them appear incompetent...and I still know Troy's dirty little secrets, he wouldn't dare risk it. They'd never have someone like him in charge if they knew." Salem left the elevator and began making his way to the training room, heading inside and hoping no one else was using it, or at least someone wasn't having private sparring time. Soon as he entered the room he was surprised to find Leigh and Lilly sparring with one another...using powers. They hadn't spotted him yet and so he quickly ducked out before they could, blinking to make sure his eyes weren't lying to him.
"T-There's no way, they're...super?" He turned to face the door and shook his head, "or Gifted. Well this could actually work in my favor." Salem snuck into the training room and watched as they taunted one another, fighting with powerful energy blades. Salem smirked until he heard Lilly and Leigh discuss him.
"You're never going to impress the commander with these moves!"
"Of course I can't impress him with this! He doesn't even know we're superhuman! But there are other ways I can impress him!"

Looking up at the floating twins, he couldn't help but finally make his presence known,
"Oh really? And what ways do you have in mind?" The looks on their faces...priceless. He would have to reveal himself as super before they tried to attack him for finding out their little secret. "By the way, there is a lock on the door for when you want to do that. You should be lucky I was the one who walked in."

→ Location: TNT HQ [Training Room]↔ Company: The Twins ↔ Outfit: Casual ←

[Leigh Warren]

The spar between the two sisters was just getting started, it had felt like forever since they got a chance to use their natural powers. When was the last time they had a chance to use them? To just be their natural selves? Rare moments like this truly made them feel alive; their levels of sensitivity became heightened as the nerves in their body tingled with supernatural energy coursing throughout their bodies. "Heh.." Even if this was a simple spar Leigh didn't want it to stop, not when she felt this alive. The blades the two had conjured using their power of energy grated against one another violently. "What's so funny?" Corking and brow in questioning Lilly remained puzzled by her sister who seemed to be enjoying this much more than she figured. "Nothing in particular, I'm just having the time of my life is all. I know it's just a spar but I just can't stop myself from enjoying this, my adrenaline is off the charts!" Grinning ear to ear Leigh applied more pressure against Lilly's blade which caused her sister to go more on the defense. "Should have known!" Lilly wasn't stupid, she knew how badly her sister wanted to use her powers; if given a chance Leigh would use it daily but such freedom wasn't hers. Lilly hadn't admitted it herself but she was feeling the exact same feeling she could only assume what Leigh was, unleashing and exposing her energy truly felt amazing compared to keeping it inside and at bay constantly.

"Wouldn't it be amazing if we were just given permission to use our powers whenever we wanted? Our missions would be a breeze!" Lilly made a very valid point, if they had been given the okay to use their powers during missions the amount of time would easily get cut in half when ever it came to finding and capturing any supers of gifted. "Exactly!" Lilly pushed back against Leigh's blades until she got back to the two being evenly matched. "Why be put through all that hell and training if we can't even USE our powers?!" The two had experienced the same training throughout their childhood up the point they were at now, it didn't matter their age or gender, training was brutal to say the least but it had shaped and molded them into the perfect killing machines. "It isn't our choice-" "And why not?!" Leigh sent a knee towards Lilly's lower abdomen in which Lilly pivoted to the side to avoid the hit all the while holding constant eye contact with her sister. "Because it isn't! And the only thing we can do is accept it and move on." Obviously Leigh didn't like such an answer as she shifted her blades to slide off of Lilly's while avoiding Lilly's blades from making any contact with her by jumping back only shoot a baseball size orb of energy at her sister. Lilly ceased with her blades as they simply vanished, creating a shield built out of her energy she had easily blocked her sister's attack. "Hmph! Easy for you perhaps but I'm not okay with simply moving on like we didn't get tortured and beaten to near death with training."

Honestly Lilly didn't wish to remember or go back in her past and relive that time in her life, sure it was one of the worst times of her life but look at her now! The TNT had made her something she was proud of. "Quit focusing on the bad and look at you now! Look how awesome we are! We're one of the top ranked in the TNT. Mom and dad would be so proud of us." Leigh simply huffed in response while crossing her arms over her chest only for a moment. "Yeah, yeah, yeah.. I know we're awesome.." Her own remark brought her to grin rather than pout as she unfolded her arms, it appeared that what ever issues Leigh had a moment ago no longer seemed to bother her, her focus was back on the fight the two were having and how they only had so much time to play around with their powers. "Now.. where were we? Oh, right! Now I remember. I was about to kick your a** all over this room." Lilly snickered before rolling her eyes. "Ah yes, delusional as always, huh?" The tension between the two sparked once more as they became riled up with another rush of adrenalin. The two created their blades once more over their hands. "How about you quit your yammering and fight me!" Flying towards Lilly she drew back her right arm while leaving her right hand hovering over her chest, it was then Lilly froze while staring down towards the door. "C-COMMANDER?!" Horror filled her voice while Leigh's heart dropped just like her powers, her blades vanished within a millisecond while she quickly jerked her head towards the door. "Wolf?!"

Nearly all color had left Leigh's face as she stared down at the door.. no one was there. "You're open!" Lilly blurted before thrusting her right leg covered with her energy to amplify the attack by at least ten fold just to add that extra sting to her sister's ego. Leigh easily hit the wall behind her in record timing while doing very little damage to the wall as the room was built to be treated roughly. Falling from the place she had practically been embedded to Leigh was surprised to say the very least by Lilly pulling such a dirty trick on her. "You b***h.." Leigh groaned while working on collecting herself and picking herself off the ground. "that was a dirty trick! A low blow!" Taking short inhales of breath Leigh worked on getting some god damn air back in her lungs as Lilly had knocked it clear out the second she came in contact with the wall. Lilly held a smug look on her face while gazing down at her sister. "Hey, you were the one who told me to fight you. You never said anything about doing it in a fair manner~" Practically singing her response to Leigh she kept her guard up while keeping a close eye on her. "I'll remember that!" Leigh was pissed, she was livid, she was.. well, a little impressed by Lilly. She would have never guessed she'd stoop so low as to play such a dirty trick on her.

Leigh threw herself right back in the fight as she bolted towards Lilly, the blades were back and they were back with a vengeance! "This time I'm not going to hold back! I'm gonna rough you up real good!" Perhaps it was their raising after their parents had passed away that the two had gained some twisted personality, the thrill of fighting, the lack of compassion towards other supers or gifted. If given a order the two were not to think about doubts or reasoning; that part of them had been extinguished. Though, no matter what hell they had been put through the two never lost the connection between each other and Kyoko, punishment came often because of this. Lilly was ready on the defensive as she had also recreated her blades and met with Leigh's causing another dangerous spark between them. "Heh-heh-heh.. oh boy, how should I get you back this time?" Leigh's words didn't affect Lilly as she only grinned back at her sister. "Who says you'll even get a chance?" The two were head to head, neither of them wanted to lose this fight. The two of them were loving this freedom but all good things need to come to an end at some point. Movement had caught Lilly's attention for a split second as she couldn't risk taking her attention away any longer than that without risking her own a**, What was that? Lilly thought to herself while feeling a string of concern tug at her. Unlike before the blades between the two collided with one another constantly as they continued to block and deflect each others attacks. Lilly looked back down towards the door only this time she had gotten a chance to look for longer than a second. "Commander?!" Lilly couldn't believe it, what was he doing here? How did he find them?! Leigh growled as she swung her right blade violently against Lilly's left blade. "Crying wolf? That isn't going to work on me twice!"

Lilly had now gotten herself stuck in quite the predicament, not only had her joke come to life but her sister wouldn't even believe her! "I'm not playing around this time!" Leigh continued to ignore Lilly, how stupid did she think she was? To fall for a trick TWICE? Leigh refused to look a she continued to slam her energy blade against her sister's. Their aerial fight would continue on with Leigh refusing to believe Lilly. Neither Lilly or Leigh had been aware that Salem had actually heard their conversation previously about Leigh impressing him. "Oh really? And what ways do you have in mind?" It was then that Leigh finally believed Lilly. Very slowly Leigh turned her head in complete disbelief. "..n-no way..." Leigh spoke in almost a whisper, looking down at that gorgeous face she couldn't believe he was really standing there. "Well.. looks like he knows about our little secret now.. How the hell did he get in?.." Both of the twins went back to hiding their energy before lowering themselves several feet from the ground before letting gravity bring them back down onto their feet. "By the way, there is a lock on the door for when you want to do that. You should be lucky I was the one who walked in." Salem's remark instantly brought Lilly to give a death glare towards Leigh. "You didn't LOCK the door?!" Leigh could only bring herself to shrug in response while staring at Salem in a wide-eye fashion. "I thought I did.. I guess I was just too excited and forgot.."

Well now this situation neither of the three ever saw coming, Salem now knew that both Lilly and Leigh were superhuman. Having that thought drilled into her head Lilly quickly snapped into solider mode as she created an orb of energy in the right palm of her hand while staring at Salem which quickly got Leigh to pipe up. "Lilly.. what are you doing..?" "He knows we are superhuman, he needs to be dealt with. I'll inform Troy of this right after I take care of him.." With that information said Lilly bolted towards Salem with her right arm drawn back as she only added more energy to orb to make it larger by the passing second, obviously this plan wasn't going to sit well with Leigh as she quickly intervened and stopped Lilly from attacking as she stood in front of Salem with her back facing him and her arms held out to protect him. "WAIT!" Lilly stopped only several inches from the two. "Leigh, what are you doing?!" Lilly was angered by Leigh getting in the way, if word got out that they were superhuman they'd be in a s**t ton of trouble! "You can't kill him!" "And why not?!" Lilly refused to get rid of her orb of death in which she wanted to use against Salem. "Because! I'm like.. 80%...to 90% sure he is superhuman! Or.. gifted.. I don't know which.." This new information brought Lilly to raise an eyebrow while slowly staring over towards Salem where she narrowed her eyes slightly towards him before bringing them back down to look at her sister who was defending him. "And how would you know?" Lilly was quick to question her sister, how would she know?

"Because back in the Lock In Club after he got kicked through the door... when he went outside to the alleyway I saw him use his power!" Slowly Lilly was coming to stand properly while absorbing her energy back into her body. "Oh really? And what did he do with said power, Leigh?" By now Lilly had crossed her arms over her chest and started to tap her right foot as she was obviously very impatient. "I don't know! I only saw it for a second.. Perhaps healing?" Now the two were talking as if Salem wasn't even in the room as the conversation was all about him yet he wasn't even involved. Lilly looked up at her commander, was he really like them? Alright, prove it." Lilly was calling Salem out, she wanted to see him prove that he was superhuman or gifted just to stop her from killing him. Leigh hadn't said anything against it, in fact she lowered her arms and took a step back from him before turning around to face him alongside Lilly. Suddenly Lilly jump nearly three feet in the air as she squealed which startled Leigh into creating her energy blades over her hands before pointing her right blade towards Salem. "What do you think you're doing to her?!" The timing was so perfect that Leigh had quickly assumed Salem was using his power to attack Lilly to prove himself to them. "No, no, no! I-it isn't him!" Lilly looked flustered, blush coated her face as she moved her arms behind her back reaching for the zipper at the back of her suit. "Gotta.. almost..there.." Pulling the zipper down enough to the point Lilly could turn to be facing away from Salem so she could reach into the front of her suit and pull out the small cellphone she had hid in her suit.

"H-hello, Lilly speaking!" Leigh had no idea what was going on but she did try to cover Lilly up by standing in the way from her sister's slightly exposed bare back. "Okay.. um, first off.. Sorry I assumed it was you doing something to her.. The timing was horrible.. and second.." Leigh had gotten rid of her blades as she used her right hand to rub the back of her neck. "I wanted to tell you.. but, I just.. didn't want to tell you in a burger joint..in fact, I'm not allowed to tell anyone." The fact Salem found this big secret out was pretty much the only way she could see him ever really finding out unless she was given orders from Troy to be able to use her powers. "Ryan? From yesterday, Ryan? Lunch? Today? Now?" Leigh was now listening in on Lilly's conversation. "Yeah.. I, I think it's okay. How about we meet up at Olive Garden that is close to the Lock In Club? It's just a couple blocks away, really good food. Mmhm, mhm. Okay, I'll um.. Be there as soon as I can.. so perhaps 45 minutes? Perfect! See you then! Byee! " Once Lilly hung up she could then feel Leigh breathing down her bare neck. "You were hiding a cell phone in your suit?! How is that even possible?! They're skin tight!" Lilly tugged the zipper back up while keeping her cell phone in her hand. "I kept it next to my -" Lilly stopped right there as she didn't want to mention the fact she kept it in built in bra compartment in her suit with their commander standing right there. "Aaaaanyway, that was Ryan! He actually called me back!" Lilly's voice had reached a higher pitch than normal as it seemed she was really excited about it, like a normal girl. "Whoa, you mean that guy from the Lock In Club yesterday? THAT GUY?" Lilly nodded with pure excitement and joy. "Yes! Him! He wants to meet up for lunch!" "Really?! When?!" Now the two of them both sounded super excited. "Right now! ..right now.. Oh no, what if I can- I have work, I can't.. I have to call him bac-" Leigh stopped Lilly from finishing that sentence as she shushed her. "Don't worry about it.. It's just lunch! If we need you I'll call you, okay?"

Lilly looked over at Salem A.K.A. their commander who really had the say if she could or not. "I said it's fine, as long as Troy doesn't find out we're in the clear. Now go get ready for your date!" Happily Lilly ran past the two while giggling like a school girl. Leigh looked over at Salem and grinned. "Hey now.. before you say anything.. I know you're the commander and you say what goes.. but, I have to assume that since we failed to find Gabriel Adams yesterday that we are still on the same mission and have to go back out there and look for him." Batting her eyes at him she continued. "Or am I wrong? Besides, looks like it'll just be you and I for a while! Gives us some real time to clear things up between us.." While saying the last bit Leigh had already popped his personal space bubble as she purposely laced her fingers behind her back while tilting her head back to get a real good up close and personal look of him. "But.. before we do anything or go anywhere, Mr. Wolf.. I have shown you mine, now you show me yours." Talk about terrible (or awesome) phrasing, he had seen her using her powers but she was so curious to see his. "Once you do that, then I'll do whatever you say for the remainder of the day without question.." Through Salem's gorgeous eyes she could only assume that she was asking a lot of him, not only did she simply tell Lilly to ditch work to go on a date without his permission.. but he was asking him to expose himself as a super or gifted. Pressing off the tip of her toes she still came several inches short of Salem but the height difference was perfect, not too tall and not too short, she could easily steal a kiss if she wanted to.. and she wanted to.

Purposely she teased him with the very thought as she could easily graze her lips against his she was so close yet she fought the strong urges, the more she looked at him the more she wanted to see what he looked like without the clothes. "And I do mean anything." Leigh had no idea that Troy had given Salem a fair warning about getting too close to her but to her she could care less, she busted her a** off for the company (especially Troy) and if she wanted a piece of TNT a** then she deserved it. Lilly had been so caught up with excitement of a date that she had completely forgotten to witness Salem use his power! Rushing into her room she closed the door and worked on getting out of her suit, what should she wear? Something cute? Something casual? It was a date right? Cute it was! Rummaging through her dresser and closet she had a lot less trouble picking out an outfit than she did the night before. "Perfect!" Her attire was ready now all she needed to do was add a little makeup here and some light perfume there and she was ready to go. While applying some mascara she had called up a taxi to come pick her up. "Can't be late, can't be late!" Lilly was bolting through the TNT building to reach outside to catch her taxi that was already waiting for her. Entering the backseat she calmly gave the address of the restaurant and informed the driver to get there as soon as possible.

Arriving a couple minutes a head of time she tipped the taxi driver for a job well done! She was in Manhattan once again! Now.. where was Ryan? Looking down at herself she adjusted her skirt and nylons making sure there were no wrinkles, she had even gone through the trouble of putting her hair up in a ponytail to look a little more cute. I hope he likes my outfit..ahh, how can I think of that? It's such a silly thought.. Just stay calm.. it's just lunch.. yeah? No? Date? Ah! I don't know! Lilly was trying hard not to fidget while she stood several feet from the entrance of the restaurant.. what would he be wearing? Her mind was flooded with different thoughts and worries, would she be able to recognize him?

✖Location: TNT HQ - Sparring room.Standing outside of Olive Garden - Manhattan.
✔Company: Soon to be Ryan. Salem Wolf.
✖Mood: Excited! Nervous.. anxious. / Corrupted.
✔Wearing: Skeleton suit.
★Note this colour, when used it means both girls are talking at the same time.

[BIoodbane]

Rion Galford
"Alter"
Mad men define what mad is,
turning witches and saints to ashes

She's probably at work... maybe I should leave a message, ask her to dinner instead? But that'd be kinda weird to do as a voicemail. I could have her call me, yeah that--

"Hey, Lilly! It's Ryan, from the club? Yeah, yesterday. I wanted to call and see if you wanted to go grab lunch somewhere, but if you're busy-- U-uh, now works, sure! Olive Garden, you say... Sounds good to me! 45 minutes? All right, I'll see you there! Bye!" Click.

"That... actually worked...?"

In just a few short moments, Rion had set up a lunch date... how long had it been since he had done that? Perhaps a better question was how long had it been since he tried? Between his line of work and being about as close to a neighborhood superhero as one could get without getting taken down by the TNT, there had been almost no time for Rion to do social things these days. Good thing science takes forever... well, normally. He thought, laughing to himself. He had a few more combinations wrote up and kept hidden, never giving away a full formula to the folks he worked for. After all, if people knew just how easily he could transmute matter, he'd likely end up being the ultimate lab rat. But this way, he could take extended vacations often, under the guise of "extensive personal research" for various things, many of which resulted in mechanisms he utilized as Alter but had applications for more... mundane things, he supposed. Regardless, he had nothing but time on his hands, and that time let him set up this date with a rather pretty young woman.

A short time later, Rion was walking down the street that led to the Olive Garden, wearing a set of clothes that were similar to the ones he wore last night; nice enough to be considered almost business attire, but worn in such a way that he maintained a casual look, with a button up shirt and a v-neck tshirt underneath. He looked around at the entrance, before catching the sight of a red ponytail belonging to a woman that, judging by the way she was standing, looked to be a little anxious about something. He gave a smile, thinking about how to approach the woman as he headed in her direction. I don't think there's any mistaking that... it's almost like meeting her all over again... well, without the falling I guess... While he felt he had a pretty good handle on things, even he had to admit he was a little nervous about this, simply because it had been quite some time since the last time he did something like this.

"Hey, looks like I'm not the only one who likes being on time. Looking great, too!" The young man said as he got respectably close to Lilly, a calm smile on his face as she looked over and recognized him. The only thing on his person aside from the essentials was an umbrella, since the forecast for the day did mentions some light showers, though one thing he hadn't quite taken into account before leaving was that it was more of a personal-sized umbrella...

"So... uh... shall we head inside?" He asked before heading to the door and letting Lilly into the restaurant. While he sometimes could admit there was not a whole lot he had a chance to learn from his parents for reasons known to him, one thing that did stick out in his mind was how important good manners were, especially when first meeting someone.

Company :: Lilly
Location :: Manhattan - Olive Garden
Thoughts :: So far so good...
Wearing :: Semi-Casual wear

Rising masses
marching to find heretic blood.

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