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 Posted: Thu Oct 26, 2017 1:29 am
 "No..." He simply stated before his blunt answer went softly in depth. Something was holding him back; invisible clamps that he preferred to stay hidden from others "I can't."
But Fiona deserved more. It could be easily arguable she was his only friend in not only Metropolis but partner and only friend in the city and this tower. They had risked their lives for each other, and had seen each other in their weakest moments. So it made sense that she would feel the way she did from her body language. And it made sense that Zoa didn't want her to feel this way.
"...I Just can't." Regret carried his words. Ergo he tried to slowly steer the conversation away from this subject, averting his attention to her quarters.
"Plus sometimes the things that are free don't make it better..." he said at a lower tone. He could already spot some cons that were marked off due to his present living conditions. And he could feel the mood shift and feel her glare drill through his dorsal before he looked over his shoulder.
He stared at her back eye to eye but with less intensity. The disciple would have taken his chances calling her on her bluff and run his information through the back door. At least that way he had his money on her not using it against him.
His mouth opened for a second, then he placed his hands in his pockets and looked around her new set up. "So where are the occasion drinks going to be at?" Z wondered, giving himself a slow stroll in her quarters, as if they skipped scenes in a play. That was the thing Zoa could say he liked in Metropolis. The setting and structure was immaculate compared to Paradiso, which was more of the old/neo modern era setting.
He looked back to her and waited for her response, around the same time her phone would signal her-A message.
"I have someone important here that I need to watch over." (if i need to edit let me know)
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Posted: Fri Oct 27, 2017 8:58 pm
 
Bree inspected the chunky metal bracelet, her green eyes suspicious of something so nondescript. “Interesting.” She murmured aloud, trying to envision just what the bracelet was supposed to transform into. “I’ve never seen anything like it to even guess as to what it can be.” She said with an apologetic shrug before wrinkling her nose. “Though it really doesn’t make a good fashion statement, even if it does prove to be useful at some point.”
Opening up about her secret felt like she had lifted a stone from her chest. Admitting that she hadn’t told Deacon caused her to look at the ground with guilt. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust him… their paths just didn’t cross. And after the Isis incident, she wasn’t sure which one of them was more apt to avoid the other. Befuddlement crossed over Bella’s features, and Bree sighed. “I may have gone overboard on the guilt trip after Isis hacked our files…” She said, the way her emerald eyes darted off to a different direction said that it was an understatement. The fact that Aiden had responded to her call… probably hadn’t made things better. Apparently he and Deacon mixed like oil and water.
Bella’s fingers typed out another question and the biokinetic’s lips curved upward as she laughed lightly at her first answer. For sure, she was old enough to have been Bella’s mom. Giving her an actual number, she couldn’t help but feel amused as the younger woman’s eyes widened in a mix of surprise and disbelief. She teasingly asked her to prove it, and she shook her head. “Ummm…” She looked up at the ceiling and put a finger to her lips as she tried to think of a way to prove her age. “Well, my license says 24 right now so that won’t work…”
It was just then that Deacon popped in to surprise them, assuming that Bella had injured herself. The nurse quickly covered up the real reason, assuring the team lead that the sound manipulator had merely come to help her study for her exams.
He fell into reminiscing then, and Gabriella’s head bobbed along with his memories. “I still don’t think I can say it correctly. And I figured if I was going to be mitching my lessons, I might as well learn from yours.” She said kindly, mirth brightening her mood as she thought about her childhood. Seldom did she allow herself those memories anymore. “Well, I think I was just a wee one, but you were a teenager.” Hooking a thumb at Deacon, emerald irises twinkled with mischief as she looked over at Bella. “I might be old, but he’s got a good ten years on me, I think.”
Unable to stay in memory lane for long, Bree casually asked what his purpose for being there was. As he explained, her eyebrow arched with her interest. “That sounds useful. But might be a teensy bit awkward if they are just in here to get condoms.” She said jokingly, pointing to the jar that sat near the front of the office, full of just that. “Considering I hope to take over the infirmary full time once I’m done with school, that would be alright. It might also allow me to venture out of the infirmary to get fresh air without having to worry overly much that I’ve missed a patient.”
Deacon segued back to her books, and she feigned disappointment when he said they were missing the alien technology to carry out her request. “This chapter covers everything calcium.” She said, not even pretending to be enthused. “You’re welcome to help me study whenever you have free time. I know the team leadership spot keeps you busy though.”
The nurse welcomed the change in subject when Bella brought the attention back to herself, using the speech to text on her phone to proclaim a magic trick. It transformed and captivated her curiosity. “That’s an interesting bracelet you have.” She said, as though they hadn’t just been talking about the device in question.
Looking over at Deacon her smile painted prettily on her lips. “I’ve got nothing as cool as that.”
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Posted: Fri Oct 27, 2017 10:18 pm
  Location: Quarters to Kitchen ll Company: Zoa ll Clothing: The Sessions
Ouch. The feeling of distrust was apparent in this moment, and it stung like lemon juice to an open wound. Fiona wasn’t quite sure how to feel. The PI had a rather concrete exterior herself, so it wasn’t fair for her to judge Zoa for not being in the mood to share. In many ways, she saw Zoa as better than her and that is what makes this difficult. He had presented himself as the light she had once lost; still lost. The two of them danced in shades of gray, but somehow she always saw this troubled man bathed in illuminating white. He possessed the light a hero should have.
They were friends. Lord knows she didn’t have many of those in this city. Her rather sharp tongue had cut down many who sought to get past her exterior facade. When she finally opened up to someone, other than her damn shrink, it meant something. Zoa was her friend no matter what secrets he kept from her. As long as he knew that, then in time he would open up just as she has.
“I won’t push the subject, but----free makes everything better, maat.” Fiona’s dry tone bordered on playful yet presented itself as her true stance on the comment. ”Unless there is some quid pro quo involved, then it gets weird.” A smirk cut across her lips as she began unloading the weaponry and her leather uniform from the duffel bag.
Her brown orbs followed Zoa as he strolled around her quarters. A chuckle escaped her lips as the man attempted to shift the topic of conversation to her favorite hobby: drinking. “You’re deflecting, but I’ll sustain this time around.” Fiona teased. It was easy to forget that the girl was training to be a lawyer at one point in her life. Fiona tucked some of her new toys, including a pump action shotgun, into the top drawer of her dresser. It was fitted with a foam mold that had different compartments for various weapons.
“I believe the liquor cabinet downstairs isn’t exactly noteworthy, but I did peep a lovely south african pinotage hiding down there.” Fiona may have been more geared for distilled spirits to lift her own, but even she enjoyed a well-made wine. Some other items found their way into her dresser and finally the duffel bag was empty. Now she could say she was officially moved into the tower.
Fiona looked over to Zoa, who was still scoping out the room from the looks of it, and beckoned him to come downstairs for a drink. “Let’s have that occasional drink now, shall we?” The mocha skinned beauty felt a light vibration from the phone in her jacket that caused her to turn away from Zoa momentarily. Not many people had her number so when someone rang her bell it was normally important. Fingers crossed Jonesy wasn’t getting himself into any trouble while she was out here playing superhero. Or heroine; whatever floats their vernacular here. Removing the phone from her pocket she glanced at the illuminated screen. Her features softened as she read the message from Zoa. Tucking the phone back into her jacket, the Butterfly turned back to face the martial artist.
“Whoever it is, they’re lucky to have you in their corner.” Fiona stated softly. She was all too familiar with the desire to keep someone close safe from harm. Hell, her and Zoa risked their lives for a girl once because they felt so deeply responsible for her protection. Her coffee colored orbs traveled up to his, softening her gaze further as she neared him. “Plus, we’re kind of a package deal now, ja. So, they also have me ready to bat for them.” Fiona nudged Zoa in the side with a heavy handed jab. Her way of letting him know she was in his corner. In another life, maybe that would have meant more.
But enough with the sappy s**t. There was wine downstairs to be had, and Fiona didn’t have to pay for any of it. Or bargain with a gas station owner for. The vigilante grabbed her camera as well as the access key to her room and the rest of the amenities of the building before heading to the kitchen area.
---------------------------------------In the Kitchen---------------------------------------
Fiona didn’t waste any time cracking into the lovely red wine that she had laid eyes on during her first walk-through of the tower. Most of which she did in the evening when most of the team had turned in. Not that she didn’t want a tour guide, lone wolf mentality notwithstanding. It’s just she wanted to get a feel for the place without the commotion of the day to day operations of it.
Fiona grabbed a wine glass from the cabinet and poured 9oz into it for Zoa. Fiona of course just took a swig from the bottle directly before raising it in the air with celebratory remarks. “To good health, and not giving a damn about our livers.” Fiona took another swig, disregarding the complete contradiction of her words. Despite her unconventional way of tasting it, the wine was in great condition. Lovely coffee, and bramble aromas crept through to the nose while juicy plum notes lingered on the palate. It was delicious. Maybe she should start investing less in bourbon and more in the good stuff. Keyword being “maybe”. Fiona set the bottle down against the natural light of the counter and kitchen to snap a quick photo of the label in its glory. She gazed at the digital render of the photo on the back of her camera and nodded to Zoa.
“Remind me to buy more of that, ja?” She chuckled to herself cause there was no need for a reminder. It was that damn good.
OOC: ja = yeah
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Posted: Sat Oct 28, 2017 8:12 pm
 
“No, seriously. What’s so funny?” She asked, her head cocked, her sapphire eyes laden with suspicion as she walked into the pool room. Aiden’s smirk grew, and she couldn’t help the urge growing within her to smack away his charms. Her face sobered, making her look as though there was a slight pout to her lips. “Something’s funny.” She said, her feet stopped moving as she hesitated to go any closer, claiming that he could start lying to her anytime.
“I think there was a tv show once. About a cantankerous doctor who’s tagline was ‘Everybody lies.’” She countered, wisps of her blond hair flying out from underneath her knitted cap. “But, for this instance, I’ll think I’ll just stake it on you being mistaken about this, this… frozen lake not melting as soon as I step onto it.” As a pyrokinetic, it was a valid concern.
Pink deepened in her already rosy cheeks when he talked about not needing to injure her to get into bed. Glancing down at her feet, she avoided looking at him… knowing all too well, she’d be transparent. She called him a perv, and he laughed at the insinuation. When he mentioned graduating her from the wheelchair, her eyes narrowed as she stuck out her tongue at him. “For the record, if I get hurt… you are not to touch the Z16 unless I’m there.”
Sitting down on the edge of one of the loungers, Karmen hadn’t expected Aiden’s assistance in getting the skates on. He snickered as soon as he saw the two layers of socks and she stiffened. Defending her need not to be cold, the cryokinetic assured her once more that everything would be okay. “If you say so…” But even as she said it, she doubted her words. She felt dainty as he laced her shoes up and quietly murmured a thank you. Something about watching him make little bunny loops, the care he took… it made her feel safe.
When he scooped her into his arms it sucked the breath straight from her lungs. She froze momentarily, retreating back mentally so as to remind herself that Aiden Dusk was a bad idea. It took two seconds to remember to feign indignance, but she did so well enough to deserve an Emmy. “Right. The simplest solution is me pressed to your chest.” She said, the barest hint of a smile revealing itself at the end of her sentence.
She watched him adjust ice blades to his shoes and only looked up when he mentioned practicing falling. That was not an option, unless he wanted her to turn the pool into a pot to cook him in. He held his hands out to help her up, and nodded when she insisted that falling wasn’t on her agenda. Taking her hand in his, she wobbled enough that her arms circled around his waist and her face buried into his shirt. “Are you sure?” She asked, feeling completely unsteady. Insisting that he didn’t let go, he promised her that he wouldn’t.
The alarms that usually screamed in the back of her head quieted with her panic. He pulled her along with him, and her ankles weaved closer together and then further apart and back again on their own. “I don’t think marching is a good idea.” She said, sure that as soon as he let go, or she lifted a foot, she’d fall and break her ankle. She barely registered where his hands wandered to, too worried about crashing into the ice to pay attention when it happened.
When she did realize it though, her stomach started its very own acrobatics routine. Not because she was nervous that he’d take advantage, but because the way the palm of his hands curved over her hips felt right. Like they belonged there. Her breath hitched, and sapphire eyes crashed into his. She tried to lift a foot to practice marching as he instructed, but she quickly lost her footing and fell forward, her face nearly colliding with his collarbone. “Whoa!”
If they didn’t fall through the ice by the end of this, it’d be nothing short of a miracle. "Sorry." She whispered breathlessly into his neck, still too afraid of losing balance to put any space between them. "I'm obviously not very good at this."
OOC: XXXX.
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Posted: Wed Nov 01, 2017 1:18 pm
Zoa held in his laughter when she mentioned quid pro quo. "Yeah..." There were many times where he had to scratch someone's back to get his taken care of. Then the laughter he held it was gone; remembering the words of quid pro quo that his tale began.
"Let's take back paradiso." He could have elucidated more on his viewpoint of free s**t but maybe that would be a story later down the line.
He gave a shrug in response to her accusation of him deflecting. Z just concluded that her phone didn't get his mail yet. Technically he gave an answer, he bit on the bait but he didn't grab on to it. In her bag she pulled out a shotgun case and layed it out as if it was on display. "Hm..." Zoa hummed with a tone of surprise. To say he was a stranger to the gun and the case it came it was like saying an infant was a stranger to crying in a hospital. Now that could have made past situations more easier. "No more knives?"
Zoa kept examining what he could and his expression looked like he was lost in lingo. But he could find the answer from the expression that was liquor alone. The rest of the items she placed in her room he averted his eyes from a brief moment out or respect. Then he went back to the topic at hand.
"Sounds good to me." He was surprised because he thought she was packing much more materials and less surprised on how she was pinpointing out fine wine for adults. Then it shot back up like a heart beat signal being displayed on medical machinery. After what she had said, he disagreed, then formed a small smile.
"They're not.. I'm lucky to have them in mine."
And then the smile became a laughter from her jab, massaging his deltoid and in return he went for a light gauged jab towards her abdomen. " Haha...I guess we are..." Zoa agreed, looking at her.
In the Kitchen
He sat down and could tell they were on the same spectrum on the surface, and the opposite. Z was new to this, all of this and fell back on his energy reading until he received a glass of the Pinotauge. He chuckled at the speech and raised his glass towards hers. "Cheers."
The wine went down smooth, pleasing each bud of taste Zoa had until it reached his stomach. Despite her drinking habits she knew how to pick the good liquor for grown ups. He examined the label to check what flavor they were sipping on when Fiona gave him a reminder to cop it next time. "I should be saying the same to you." he replied with a laugh.
He poured some more of the Pinotauge at the halfway point of his glass and asked, "So how does this whole thing work? Deacon is the only one calling the shots? Because if that's the case I'd be more sketch than I'm already am nobody tried to take his spot know what I mean?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 01, 2017 2:03 pm
 
【】Name: Deacon Richards Caught in the Crossfire
【】Location: Med Bay
【】Thoughts: Fleeting memories...
Deacon made his way to the Med Bay, hoping that the protocol was working properly. He knew these beta-testing scenarios were tedious, filled with plenty of debugging and troubleshooting, but he just wanted it to be smooth running on the first go. This was the kind of thing they would need should a serious emergency come into play. The Tower hadn’t had a lot of metahumans on staff for a long time, so having these kinds of systems in place were going to take some time. He even recommended implementing bio-metric measures for everyone’s rooms, just as another precaution, but that had been filed under consideration.
He was in no hurry to leave people open and vulnerable like last time. He kept beating his head into the wall over how Isis had managed to fool him, not just him but everyone into thinking she was trustworthy. And then she broke that trust, completely, stealing all kinds of data from them and intending to sell it to the highest bidder. The kind of data that put him and his team in harm’s way.
He was not about to let that happen again.
Finally reaching the Med Bay, he was greeted by a studious Bree and Isabella keeping her company. Great, another bug. he thought to himself. Soon thoughts turned to memories of a time he lost. He chuckled at her remarks on pronunciation, and laughed heartily at remembering himself as a teenager. “That was a grand time out there in Wales. I was able to walk and run outside for the longest time. We had no idea what was wrong with me, but your mother was one of the only people who could arrest the progress of my illness.” the years since lead to a major boon in the study of disease, leading to an eventual discovery for his condition. An extremely rare form of MacGregor’s Syndrome, the same illness that was the catalyst for Mr. Freeze. Normally, it affected adults, starting in the lungs and eventually causing multiple organ failure over time, but in extreme circumstances children came down with the illness. Unlike the respiratory infection, this disease affected the nervous system mimicking symptoms of multiple sclerosis. Which is what made the condition so difficult to determine, and hard to treat or identify. To think it would take decades to figure that out made things even more maddening for him.
“You’re right, I was maybe 16 or 17 at the time. If I didn’t get turned into a popsicle, I’d be happily retired by now.” he said almost longingly, quickly shifting, I just remember you trying to go through my notes and being hushed out of the room when your mother needed to do her thing.” that Welsh magic, whatever the hell it was, was something remarkable. He only hoped that Bree held onto some of those traditions, knowing it could be of comfort for some other child in need. He soon explained the purpose of his visit, and even offered to put Bree into the protocol system he was testing. She jokingly pointed to the condoms, pointing out the awkwardness of the situation, to which he flushed red for a second. “I think the program… it… calculates for certain biometric patterns. Body temperature, pulse, that sort of thing. Plus...”
“I imagine if anyone’s maintaining an active sex life, will have plenty on hand.” the thought of that kind of intimacy hadn’t even occurred to him. And now he was thinking about it, <********> he thought to himself. He tried to keep his thoughts from presenting across his face, but he had doubts about just how good his poker face actually was.
Soon his thoughts were turned from the sight of Isabella shaping the metal bracelet she wore. It danced in her hands like a spring, a beautiful display that made Deacon grin widely. He was glad she was finding use with it.
“Very good! The two of us found it during the raid, and it seemed to resonate with her. I asked some of the officers if it was ok to remove from the scene, and they gave the ok. After pulling their asses out of the fire, I’m sure they were happy to not worry about anymore paperwork for evidence.” was what happened legal? Probably not, but if it could make Isabella a more effective member of his team, he was going to make it work.
“We will at some point need to get that under an electron microscope, find out what exactly it’s made of. Certainly no metal I’ve ever heard of.” he mused. He had to wonder if it was somehow connected to the resident sound manipulator in some fashion, given how it seemed to work with her.
Who knew what secrets it would hold.
OOC: Sorry about it sucking. Lemme know of any problems!
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Posted: Thu Nov 16, 2017 1:13 pm
  With a loud crash the door to his room flew open as Alexandru lowered his foot to the ground and lowered the bottle from his lips. How many was this? Four...ten? He’d lost count...somewhere around bottle five. All he knew was he’d burned through his stash of prime Russian Vodka and he was only buzzed. His toe caught on the rug sending him staggering. Okay maybe he was more—
Hip meet table.
Table meet hip.
You are now antiquated.
A roar of curses followed a hiss of pain. He shot the offending table a withering look and leaned down till he was eye level with the corner that had had the audacity to strike him. He brought the bottle down on it hard enough to get the tables attention.
“Li-lishen here, you….” He leaned in close. “Tabull. I am Alexsanjew and you’rah….” He cleared his throat and narrowed his eyes at the two tables. That, that didn’t seem right. Since when were there two? He squinted harder and the two images wobbled together and became one. “You’re lucky that I’ma...whassah...whassah word?” He gave it a puzzled look expecting its help, but when nothing came from the table he blew it a rasberry. Waving it off, he righted himself quickly.
“Fine. You be that way. I. I don’t wanna be your friend anyway.” He muttered—you can be friends with a table can’t you? The thought was fleeting as the room pitched and rolled beneath his feet and he wobbled with it. Forcing his feet awkwardly apart to keep his balance. He looked more like someone who should be sitting astride a horses broad back than standing in a hall.
His arms were pinwheeling at his side as he tried to keep his balance but everything was moving. Closing his eyes he concentrated on his breathing as he gripped the neck of the bottle tightly in his hand. Maybe he had reached his limit. He opened a single eye and peering at the bottle. It was still half full and he’d been raised to never waste a drink—or drinks. Bringing the bottle to his lips he took another leisured swig before concentrating on the next task at hand.
Walking.
Wiping the back of his hand across his lips he let out a hiss as the vodka burned in his belly. Looking down he studied the ground with a frown. When he was sure that they floor had stopped moving, he slowly inched his feet together. Sliding his heels toward each other and then his toes. Over and over again till he was once again standing straight.
Satisfied, Alexandru began to make his way down the hall.
One step.
One careful step at a time.
By the grace of whatever Dogs—no that wasn’t right….Uhhhh Gods? Yes Gods. By the Grace of those bored bastards who loved to mettle in his life he found his way to the infirmary. Well maybe, not, he wasn’t exactly paying attention.
“Reeeeinaaaaaahhhh!!” He billowed as he rammed the doors open with his shoulders. “Reeeeinnnaaaaahh. Vwere areh yew?!!?” He called as his momentum took him to the floor. Sending the Pheromone manipulator skidding across the floor on his side. Despite string of curses that flew from his mouth, he popped up into view a moment later with a triumphant grin and held up his bottle—all of its contents safe.
Satisfied with himself he looked around the room and squinted at each individual. “Hesh you sheen Rhe-rhe….Rheeeee.” He closed his mouth and sucked on his tongue. For some reason it did not want to work. He knew what he wanted to say. He was looking for Reina but for some reason his tongue didn’t want to listen to it. Maybe if he bit it it would obey? Looking puzzled, he contemplated this for a moment before giving up. Deciding that it would probably only hurt like hell and carried on.
“Meeh shister.” He grabbed the edge of the table, holding onto it with his forearms as he tried to pull himself up on wobbling legs.
“Shesh...ma-mad at me.” He conveyed moments before falling backwards, bottle left behind on the table, with a loud grunt as his backside met the floor.
“I don’t know wheeeh….shesh mad at me.” He told no one in particular as he stared up at the ceiling. It was spinning and he closed his eyes. “Why ish she mad at me?” He asked with the most impressive pout. Allowing those rugged features to somehow become boyish as he looked down at his toes and sniffled.
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Posted: Thu Nov 16, 2017 1:19 pm
  Her mind—
It was chaos personified. A turbulent tempest that beat her. Leaving her raw and aching. Why did he have to...why did he have to be like them? It had been a slap in the face when he’d arrived at the soup kitchen. She’d been exhausted but somehow she’d managed. Managed to do it on her own. He should have been happy for her and yet he’d been anything but. He’d ranted and raved. Cursed the team leaders for putting her in this position. He’d threatened to take her away from here. They didn’t need to tower or the league. They could make it on their own.
He’d insisted.
All she’d wanted was for him to see her accomplishment.
But he hadn’t.
He only saw her ability—the path of destruction she left in her wake any time she had a temper tantrum.
He saw—a monster.
Just like them.
Just like ALL of them!
She’d pulled back her fist and sent it flying into the bag. The force of impact jarred her wrist and she let out a hiss of pain but she didn’t care. The pain was welcomed. She hit it again, and again, and again. Over and over again each time with more force than the one before. She was relentless. Sending the bag swinging dangerously away from her and forcing her to move out of the way and reposition herself before striking it. All of her pain. Her frustration she poured into each punch. Till her muscles were singing with pain and her fists had long gone numb.
Only once was she interrupted. By Duke. Who had offered to be her spotter only to have to take a rain check when his robotic limb warning alarm sounded. He’d apologized. She’d shooed him away. Reassuring him. Using that thousand-watt smile that she’d used a thousand times. The one that turned men into gooey puddles of hormones. Usually, they were someone she was about to kill but—eh semantics.
She’d thought she at least have a half an hour to herself.
Heh.
Wrong.
The distinct sound of plastic slapping against stone drew her attention away from the bag. The tall brunette tossed her head back and closed her eyes tightly. Sending up a silent prayer that the newcomer would just go about their business and leave well enough alone.
But this was yet again the wrong assumption. He was calling out to her and introducing himself. Reina groaned inwardly. At least it wasn’t Dru. He wouldn’t be caught dead making that much noise. She thought bitterly before reluctantly turning around to greet him.
Once more that well-practiced smile curved her inviting mouth and the mask raised with it. “You could say that.” She murmured, her eyes dropping down to his extended hand and took it. “Alexandriena, or if you prefer Reina. Most people do. Less of a mouth full.”
Falling into a persona—when had it become so easy?
She thought as she let go of his hand and tilted her head to the side watching him intently. Soft laughter welled in her chest and passed her lips. “That old thing?” She asked, nodding toward the bag. Which was infact anything but old—state of the art more like it. The League did not skimp on its equipment.
“Even better?” She asked arching a slender brow as she watched with mild amusement as he leaned down and began to rummage through his bag. If he was thinking what she thought he was thinking, he had another thing coming. She was trained in Akido and various other forms of combat. She and her brother had been--
The thought of Alexandru unfurled a wave of anger low in her belly and it had her clenching her fists at her sides. For a small moment, her mask fell. All traces of amusement drained from her face and her mouth settled in a thin line as she mashed her lips together. She needed a distraction and the bag wasn’t cutting it. Doing nothing more than making her sweat—and there was other more fun ways to do that.
And she was looking at a possible willing, candidate right in front of her.
Hmmm.
She flashed him an easy smile, one that hinted of mischief. “Competitive?” She chuckled shaking her head and brushing a wayward strand that had fallen loose from her pony tail behind her ear. “Darling, I’m Russian. Competition is in my blood.” She smirked. “That and vodka but I have something else in mind.” She murmured and began to unwrap her hands and dropped the wraps on the mat at her feet.
“And what I have in mind you won’t need those.” She said, nodding toward his wraps. She reached up, pinched the small zipper that held together her sports bra and tugged it down, slowly, before turning away. A single strap slipped down her shoulder as she tossed him a playful grin over her shoulder.
“Coming?”
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location:: work out areaxxxxxx with:: duke // theo
ooc:: .....
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Posted: Thu Nov 16, 2017 8:23 pm
 Theodore Von Windsor~ SparkyThese times
will try to define me
But I will
hold my head up high The woman didn’t go on some rant about why she hit the punching bag like a douche bag ex or worse. He could appreciate that. He wasn’t sure what he would have done if she had gone into detail about whatever the hell was bothering her. “Alexand…riena?” He tested the name slowly while furrowing his eyebrows. “Eh. I could probably say it well with practice, but to save me from sounding like an idiot…..I’ll go with Reina for now.” He shook her head, letting it go afterwards as to not creepily linger.
Theo glanced at the bag and faintly chuckled. “Yes, that old thing that looks newer than half of my wardrobe.” While it might be nice if he updated his clothing a bit, he wouldn’t die from having the latest fashion. He could live with whatever was in last season. “Even old raggedy things can still have their use.” He jested in good humor as his mind came up with an idea. No matter the outcome of the competition, he could at least say he duked it out with a nice-looking lady. Now that made any day better.
Reina revealed her ethnicity, which caused him to smirk. She kept on talking and he didn’t get the chance to jest about her lacking the cliché Russian Siberian like coldnesss. However, he did find himself getting a vague idea of what she was suggesting. The smirk remained on his face while glancing at his hands. “Oh? Don’t mind if I do then.” He slowly peeled the wraps off and let them fall back into his bag. He could still use them another time…he thought so anyways.
He grabbed the gym bag as he watched the way a strap of her sports bra came into view. Yeah, she definitely had something way different than punching bags in mind.
“Yeah.” He said simply and followed her out of the gym. “Where to exactly? I’m assuming your quarters?” For all she knew, she might suggest his quarters or a place completely unexpected. The latter would be rather interesting and possibly hot to say the least. As long as it wasn’t somewhere overly weird kinky like doing it outside for all to see (think like middle of the street kind of open). Too much kink for him there.
After he followed her to whatever destination she picked, he placed his gym bag down. “Figure I won’t need that.” Maybe that was stating the obvious. But, it wasn’t everyday he got a hot woman suggesting they do something fun and sexy. He smirked slightly as he gripped the edges of his shirt. “Now just one question before I use my mouth for something more useful. Promise.”
Slowly, Theo worked the shirt up revealing his chest and soon had the shirt off completely, dropping it onto the floor. “You want to lead, or should I?” He figured she knew what he meant. Some women liked to take control of the situation and he didn’t mind that one bit. However, if she wanted him to lead their tango, then so be it. He would make sure to lead the dance very well. I'm telling you
these times are hard
But they will
pass! I am at: Work out area / Someplace private
I am with: Reina
Weapons: N/A
Items: Bag with a change of clothes, etc.
Love Interest: No one
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Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2017 3:12 pm
Location: Quarters to Kitchen ll Company: Zoa ll Clothing: The Sessions
Fiona was casually playing with the editing filters of her camera, sprucing up the shot she took of the wine bottle. She was almost missed Zoa's question about the hierarchy of the league. "You mean blu oog?" Fiona took a swig from the wine bottle as she referred to Deacon by his pet name. If looks could kill, that man would be the definition of that phrase. The blue eyed devil was an honest man. Extremely rare find for her considering her opinions on most men never involved the term "honest". Fiona was still a green leaf here. There were details about the League she was still uncovering. How they were assigned missions, or determined what missions to take on were the details she was more concerned with. She could care less who was calling the shots, since Fiona rarely followed orders given by anything other than her intuition.
The south african held up two fingers as she visually painted a picture of how the team operates, to the best of her working knowledge. "There are two leaders: Deacon and a woman named Kat. Although the League operates as a single unit, the two of them lead separate groups of heroes to....accommodate different mission needs." A shrug of her shoulders indicated that she was only giving the gist of what the logistics were. The two leaders worked together but it seemed like Deacon's decisions were final. Which in turn made Kat the co-captain of this ragtag ship. At the same time, the two leaders were only field leaders. They also had someone to answer to: Superman. Him and any other living legends of old.
"I do know that whenever there is a mission, the comms will notify us where to meet. Just like when I joined them at the docks for our last hoo-rah----that you somehow got invited to?"Her brown orbs side-eyed Zoa, beckoning him to explain himself. Fiona had just been inducted into the league when that mission was occurring. She hadn't even formally met the team; still hasn't. You'd think with the ability to stay in constant contact with each other there would be more chatter over these things. Fiona winced at the thought. On second hand, maybe it was better to not hear them bickering.
Speaking of team members, Fiona had heard a bit about what each of them could do. Along with her own personal digging. Her eyes traveled around the kitchen, and her voice lowered slightly as she continued. "I hear a mystic demon from hell is apart of the League, two members from the League of Assassins, and an Atlantean." Her eyes widened at Zoa as she shook her head. She'd hate to be on the opposite side of the League. Fiona guzzled a bit more of the wine before topping off Zoa's glass. Talk about a brady bunch special.
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Posted: Fri Dec 01, 2017 4:47 pm
  Name: Isabella "Bella" Stone
Codename: The Siren
Location:Infirmary
Ability: Audiokinesis
Isabella held her wrist up so that Bree could see the ugly, chunky, metal bracelet that she wore. The brunette nurse seemed to find it interesting and she smiled softly in response. The sound user couldn’t even tell her what it was and shrugged lightly. Something about the metal had called to her, the frequency that it naturally emitted, or perhaps it was just the shine from its natural form. Bella couldn’t say for sure and left it at that.
Bree began to explain why she hadn’t spoken to Deacon much as of late and emerald eyes followed the nurse with a relative amount of concern. Isabella wasn’t sure exactly what happened, only that Isis had betrayed them, and that there had been a small team sent after her. Nightwing had been among one of the Junior Justice League members that had been assigned. Aside from cryptic messages, the sound user hadn’t heard a thing from him since, and could only assume that her guardian angel was off doing what he did best. Fighting crime, and punching bad guys in the face. Hearing that Bree might have accidentally gone overboard with their team lead caused her to nod.
Little fingers typed up a brief message that she of course showed to the nurse. ‘Everyone makes mistakes.’
The auburn-haired mute remained skeptical that Bree was more than a day over twenty-one, let alone twenty-four, and gave her a playful stink eye. Of course she believed her. What reason had she to lie? It was merely a difficult pill to swallow.
Deacon arrived next, obviously worried that she’d somehow hurt herself, and Isabella was loathe to lie to him. He’d been nothing short of perfect to her, in the short time she’d been in the Tower, and he didn’t deserve the deception. It simply wasn’t her secret to tell and a promise was a promise.
Bree and Deacon began to chit chat over medical facts, something that Isabella knew very little about, and she was content to let mom and dad talk over her head. At least, until Bree mentioned condoms, and she blinked owlishly at the pretty nurse. That is until a blush settled despite her tan skin. It deepened with every second she thought about it. Why was Deacon elaborating on it? Who cared?
Hopefully, neither Bree nor Deacon would notice her discomfort.
Very abruptly Isabella changed the subject and brought up the fact that she could perform magic tricks. That was safe to talk about, right? Isabella let the metal from her bracelet respond to the frequency she emitted and she grinned when it obeyed her command. Weightless, effortless, it bounced back and forth between her open palms like a child’s toy. She could feel Deacon’s grin in his voice and she smiled at both of the people in the room with her. Bree seemed to think that she didn’t have anything that cool and it took all of her willpower not to roll her eyes.
What Bree could do was WAY cooler. Facts.
The metal slipped back around her wrist as she ended the sound that neither Bree nor Deacon would be able to hear. The team leader mentioned putting it under a microscope and she frowned a little. Did he want to do tests on it? What if the scientists broke it? Worse yet, what if they activated it and the spikey ball took one of their eyes out.
Always with her phone in hand she typed a reply and pressed play so that the text-to-voice could read it aloud. “I don’t think that’s a very good idea.”
This time, Isabella was prepared when the doors to the infirmary burst open, and in stumbled a very intoxicated man. The sound user hopped off the examination table and her eyes were wide at the obvious scent and sight of a very intoxicated meta-human. She was cautious, momentarily forgetting what this man’s power was, and her apprehension was more than visible.
Again, she typed a new message. "I should leave you to...This?"
Afterall, she still had blood to clean up in the conference room.
[OOC: ....]
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Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2017 11:47 am
Nodding, her mouth was a tight line after reading Bella’s text. “Yes, everyone does make mistakes… and part of it was mine to make.” She admitted quietly. After all, she had left her desk unmanned to see to Alexandru’s concussion. But Deacon ignoring her red alert… That was on him. And she had definitely made it known how she felt about being overlooked at all, let alone when it really counted. “My mother would have been proud…” She definitely inherited her skills on making someone feel bad from the late woman. “Though it’s a pity I didn’t have children; it seems a mostly wasted talent now.” Her words lightened with a soft laugh at the end, covering most of the resentment she held for her own affairs.
Deacon came in just after she revealed her secret to Bella, and Bree concealed the sound true reason for coming to the infirmary - stating that the girl was merely helping her study for her upcoming practical. They fell into reminiscing about their time in Wales, and Bree exchanged a look with the sound manipulator, figuring that stories of Deacon’s childhood and her existence in them would prove that she was just as old as she had said. He mentioned her mother, and Bree looked down at the ground, a tinge of sadness marked her features as memories flooded her. “You were just born to the wrong generation. Another of my family might have been able to completely cure your illness, had you come at a different time.” She said, looking up with vividly green eyes. “The first woman born in every generation of my family are gifted by Tuatha de Danann in some form another. One of them might have been able to help you further.”
Explaining to Isabella that she was only a child at the time of his visit, Deacon continued. “She had a tendency to do that.” She said, remembering very clearly how she would be scooted away from patients. She was forbidden to touch them until she could learn control. And she’d been much too young to really train. Rounding back to his purpose in the infirmary, the nurse found one flaw in monitoring their people’s biometrics all the time. “Perhaps best used only in the field…” She offered, scrunching her nose, before pointing toward the condom jar and citing that some people might want discretion. That seemed to dawn on him then, and she couldn’t help how her expression lifted into something comedic.
Laughing at how both his cheeks and Bella’s tinged scarlet, her shoulders lifted with a light-hearted shrug. “Exactly… those biometrics would be something they would want shut off for that time.” Clearing her throat with a cough, she continued very factually, in an effort to save the two of them some face, though clearly she was not at all embarrassed to discuss what she considered to be a very natural part of life. “During intercourse, a human body undergoes many changes at once - your pupils dilate for starters. Your heart races and blood pressure goes through the roof, your breathing shifts to rapid, shallow breaths. Your glands start secreting things from everywhere, and your muscles spasm. Certainly that would register on the system.”
“As for them having plenty on hand…” She reached over and pulled open a drawer to reveal more boxes. “People anticipating coitus are actually my most frequent type of customer.”
Bella shifted the focus to her her, showing off her bracelet. Bree let the two of them marvel over the strangeness of the metal, flipping through to another one of her notecards. “Perhaps it’s not really a metal, but something alien.” She suggested, tilting her head in a way that her curls seemed to dance on their own accord. “I don’t think most inanimate objects take an affinity for someone. To suggest that, perhaps it’s alive?”
She might have continued on that train of thought, had it not been for a very drunk Russian bellowing out his sister’s name. He came into the infirmary there, and held onto the desk as he struggled to remain upright. Not that it lasted for long, and he soon found the floor with his backside, and pouted. “I’d never thought I’d see the day…” She said, trying to cover her snickers. But seeing a man who was always so serious, who seemed to exude the fact that he was not to be trifled with, fall on his a** and pout… It was impossible.
Bending down, she nodded at Bella, who offered to leave her to her new patient. “I know you probably have something more fun to do than help me study anyway.” She murmured, a smile painted prettily on her lips. “But if you get bored, I’m here.”
Looking up to Deacon she pulled her bottom lip under her teeth as she contemplated the best way to handle Dru. “Would you.. Mind helping me get him onto a bed?” Wrapping her arm around Dru’s, she smiled and kept her voice low, sweet. “How about I check you out, and then we can go find your sister?”
"Why would she be mad at you anyway?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 06, 2017 2:14 pm
His question gave her pause—she hadn’t exactly thought that far ahead. She just needed something and a good romp in the sack always put her at ease in the past. Granted her usual partners usually ended up dead shortly there after. So perhaps that was what had her knickers in the twist. It had been ages since she’d killed anyone. Well that and the fact that her brother was a worthless sack of meta-human who thought her a monster like everyone else.
Maybe, she could...No. No that would only raise suspicion. His absence would surely go noticed. He was the new arrival after all. Then again, he could have changed his mind and gone--
No. She was just going to have to handle her frustration the good old fashion way. Like every other bloody human on this planet.
God being normal was so boring.
“Do you really want to walk all that way?” The brunette chuckled as they neared a door that read gym equipment. She tilted her head to the side in thought. That could be interesting. She mused as she moved toward it and turned the handle and let herself in. Inside was a collection of supplies. But it was what was in the back that snagged Reina’s attention.
“Need what--” She asked her question dying on her lips as he lifted his shirt allowing her to marvel at the most delicious set of abs she had seen in a long time. “Oh. Oh my.” She murmured with an approving sweep of her eyes. She blinked up at his question, her brows pinched with confusion. “Lead—I. Oh. Oh well I seem to have forgotten myself.” She mused as she moved forward and grabbed his hands before turning him around so that he was forced to walk backward as she guided him to the mats.
“Lead. Hmm. I do enjoy being in charge.” She gave him a push when the backs of his knees hit to the edge of the mats. Forcing him downward. She followed, straddling his lap the second his backside was cradled by his seat. “Then again, I do love a man who knows what he wants.” She tipped her head to the side. A slow smirk curved the side of her mouth as she leaned down. Her mouth a scant inch from his as their breaths mingled.
“Are you one of those men Theo?”
-time skip-
Reina fell backward, a thin sheen of sweat glistened in the light of the storage room as she tried to catch her breath. It had been a long, LONG time since she’d had someone do that and the thing with his mouth! God, she must be in heaven. She mused giggling huskily. Well if she did believe in such a place. Then again if anyone had heard her they would certainly think she was a believer.
Jesus. ********. Christ.
Her head lolled to the side as swirling hues fixed upon her new lover. Oh, there would defiantly be repeat offenses—many repeat offenses. She mused as she rolled to her side and tossed him a saucy grin.
“Welcome to the tower.”
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location:: work out area//storage closetxxxxxx with:: theo
ooc:: anything needs to be more pg 13 lemme know.
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Posted: Sat Dec 09, 2017 12:22 am
¿Si?"He hadn't caught up on the full spectrum of her native language when she let it slip out here and there. What he did pick up was she was referring to Deacon. And just like her native tongue, Z hadn't had info on him either.
He took the glass to his mouth as she explained how their teams worked. It seemed to work similar to some of his days in Paradiso only there was one leader. "Kat..." He wondered if she was at the docks that night. Was she the Spanish woman months ago with the robotic voice? Fiona didn't seem to know much, only bits in the foundation on which they worked different teams. So Z may have been stabbing in the dark with his next question after his drink.
"What does she do?"
Zoa's emerald eyes matched hers as the glass touched his lips, forming a guilty look. "Oh that s**t?" He said, laughing afterwards. Should he have been surprised? He told her he saw cops and trailed like a fly to a light. But never the detail behind it.
"I heard there was something going down at the local museum. Figured a new guy like myself can get to know some parts of the city better."
Flashback
"A cat like yourself I wouldn't expect to be into art.
"And i prefer to keep it that way. But yeah man keep me updated on that thing you were talking about."
"I'll see what's up. But Imma need to see some skill first. I know you LT's boy but that whole hiring without experience don't really fly around here"
"Oh you will. I got experience, Trust me on that. I'll keep in touch."
"By the time i got around, halfway or so i saw cops going into a different direction, so I figured, boring art museum or some playtime with the pigs. I kept low key, followed them to the docks..." he let his story stay afloat and let the bubbly hit his lips again. "Then I ran into a buttetfly." he finished with a small smile.
Then he gave his jawline a few rubs and his smile faded a few notches. " So did you hook up with them after that thing?
"Gina, I need you to wake up for me? We're gonna go home now okay? come on baby wake up for me..."
The mood went inches into the sunset when the look on Fiona's face seconds after begin to make Zoa form the same expression. "What?" He asked lowly. He didn't sense any incoming danger. No, she was on the lookout for incoming eavesdroppers.
Zoa lowered his level and listened to the inside scoop on the team. Maybe it was the type of information that could be shared between just them. Maybe something Deacon and this Kat didn't want them to know but Fiona found out. What he heard instead made him ask in bemusement "What?" he whispered once more.
"A demon from hell?........ I mean, I know my s**t's farfetched as ******** but damn..." Fiona must have read his mind and poured him another. It was almost hard to take it seriously, and at the same time sort of easy to believe.
He took another sip and said "I've never heard of em." And despite that Zoa didn't know how much of a good thing that was. But they did sound interesting. Zoa did know that if you've got hitmen or assassins on your six, 9 times out of 10 you ******** up. He had been put on the game many, many years ago on this.
"And what's an Atlantean? Sounds like an exotic." Exotic car to be precise.
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Posted: Sun Dec 10, 2017 10:24 pm
Theodore Von Windsor~ SparkyThese times
will try to define me
But I will
hold my head up high Theo chuckled slightly. “Not particularly.” He admitted with a faint smirk. “I just don’t know this Tower all that well so...you’ll have to lead us to a better option.” They stopped in front of a door and Theo took a glance at that. His mind whirled suddenly with how the room could be good if it had something to lie on. Would it though? That might be too lucky-
His eyes widened slightly and briefly at the mats in the back. Seemed luck was on his side for sure now.
He tossed the bag to the side and took off his shirt. The smirk returned to his face at the way Reina started acting like her mind got scrambled. He took the moment to make sure the door got locked. No need to have someone walking in and being a buzz kill.
“Nothing wrong with that. Bet I will be in a few minutes.” Theo jested slightly as he felt himself turned around. Well, he couldn’t say Reina was weak. Not like he resisted though, but she turned him so smoothly and quickly he wondered how well those arms and hands would work in certain positions. However, he stopped himself from getting too distracted. Otherwise, he might trip from being made to walk backwards.
Theo felt the backs of his knees hit the edge of the mats. “I can tell that.” He smirked while allowing himself to be pushed onto the mats. A slight “oomph” escaped his mouth before he sat up and propped his arms against the mats. He shuddered slightly at feeling her straddling her. She knew how to rest herself snuggly on his lap. He sat up a bit more, so he could place his hands on her waist, letting his fingers slip just a bit underneath the hem of her shirt.
Before he had a chance to answer, their breathes intermingled and he found his mind spacing for just a second. Those lips looked amazing up close. “Yes, I would.” Somehow, he answered coherently before moving one hand to rest behind her head. His fingers tangled themselves in her hair. “I’ll show you.”
He pressed their lips together just a bit roughly. His teeth working her bottom lip a bit after getting a feeling for how she kissed.
Because he had a feeling she could handle a bit of passion. And maybe more for all he knew.
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Theo panted in an attempt to catch his breath. His throat felt a tad bit raw from all of the moaning. While he never felt ashamed of being a moaner, it had been awhile since a romp had him that noisy. Then again, at least he wasn’t the only one that didn’t mean vocalizing their pleasure.
For he could appreciate a woman that knew what she liked and wasn’t ashamed of showing it.
He stretched his arms over his head when Reina rolled onto her side. The sexy grin on her face gave him a sense that this encounter would not be a one-time thing. And he definitely wouldn’t mind making this a repeat offense.
“If I had known I would be getting this kind of welcome, I would have come sooner.” He winked and chuckled slightly. “In all seriousness, we should do this again some time.” He turned his head to where he could look at her better. “Not everyday I meet a woman that good in bed.”
And it would be stupid of him not to take advantage of that.
I'm telling you
these times are hard
But they will
pass! I am at: Gym Equipment Closet (Oh my~)
I am with: Reina
Weapons: N/A
Items: N/A
Love Interest: No one
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