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 Posted: Sun Jun 25, 2017 8:18 pm
 "Dark Matters"
Life is but a fleeting afterthought on the winds of fate. As a hero, it was often easy to forget that you couldn't save everyone. No matter how hard you tried. A lesson Fiona would never learn. Ever.
With eyes swollen from tears, she looked to Zoa; the concerned vigilante who had been her partner for this raid. Also, the first person she felt genuinely empathized with her plight. At first anger threatened to overcome her as he stopped her from her vicious execution of the random gangster. It shifted to a somber, disconnected state as she realized he was right. There was nothing else either of them could do for Gina. But the mission was still in need of completion; still a lead to follow. Although the case of what happened to this young girl was solved, they still needed to apprehend a ruthless criminal still running amok through the city.
Fiona picked herself up and followed aimlessly behind Zoa. As they descended the stairs she looked over to the deserted bar that had been riddled with bullets. A bottle of Jack Daniels stood proud and true, untouched by the chaos. Fiona snatched the bottle from the shelves before exiting the nightclub.
---------------------------The Loft--------------------------------
"Promise me this: when we find this son of a b***h running the operation, we kill him." Fiona made her statement with all the precision needed to cut through the already menacing tension in the room.
The butterfly cracked open the bottle of Jack Daniels and proceeded to take a swig. She waved the bottle at Zoa, in an effort to offer him some without words. The two glasses from earlier still sat on her desk. She poured the whisky in both. One would assume that one glass was for Zoa, and that she would drink from the other glass, but instead she continued to drink from the bottle itself. Fiona had never felt like such a failure before. She was so close. The moments leading up to seeing Gina in the flesh kept replaying over and over like a broken record. What if she had been faster? Smarter? More cunning than the enemy? Maybe if she spent less time drinking alcohol to drown away her own pain maybe she could have been there on time to save Gina from drowning. It was as if every questionable action she had made was done in vain. Because her means didn't equal a justifiable end. Gina was dead and Fiona took full responsibility. Her teeth clenched together, and her grip tightened around the neck of the bottle.
"AGH!!!!!!"
A fit of rage overcame the PI as she swung the bottle at the wall. It shattered with a loud crash that rivaled her cry. Her eyes darted to her desk that was littered with files and pictures of the key players in this case. She swiped all of it to the floor before plopping herself on the floor behind it. Fiona held her knees close to her chest and utilized the wall as a support as she sat on the floor.
"Do we ever really win?" She asked the question with a broken tone, one that assumed she already had an answer. "I've killed a lot of people....f-for the sake of saving people. Yet..." Her south african accent laced her words with even more emotion than she intended. "When I've succeeded, I've been able to accept my actions. Taking a life to save a life is....what is necessary to ever truly save anyone." Fiona glanced at her palms as she turned them towards her; seeking them for an answer as to why she felt so conflicted.
She was no better than the ones she killed. But her intentions and the ending result are what kept her from ever believing that she wasn't better than them. The butterfly was a murderer. But she was seen by those she has saved as a hero.
Every villain is the hero of his or her own story. Which one was she really?
"Will...will you come sit with me?" Fiona asked of Zoa from her position on the floor. It was rare that she had anyone to communicate her thoughts with. Especially someone who wasn't paid to listen. And Zoa could actually relate to her as a vigilante himself. Her family doesn't even know what it she really does as PI. As close as she was with her brothers, she could never confide in them all of this. They'd never understand. Hell, she doesn't even fully understand herself half the time. So she relished the opportunity to be so open. Remembering she had only just met him 24 hours ago, her guard shot back up and the vulnerability in her voice dissipated.
Fiona cleared her throat. "I'll have Jonesy take care of nightclub cleanup, and work on a plan for getting us into Roxxon tomorrow." She was sure Zoa would see through her wall, and honestly, that might be just what she needed him to do.
|| Location: Loft|| Company: Zoarell || Clothing: X ||
Tonfa Martial Arts in a Nutshell
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Posted: Mon Oct 23, 2017 2:11 am
Zoarell Giovante Eklipse
He didn't consider himself great at holding promises. But he slowly lifted his head up anyway and looked into her eyes with his slumped ones. And after he heard it he let out a small laugh through his nose and just smiled at her. Zoarell wouldn't have traveled this far if he was just going to put the ******** in a body cast. Well, maybe. "Killing them was always the plan."
Z had sobered up just a little from the adrenaline and combat and trailed back into the cloudy feeling courtesy of Fiona. He took the glass she had poured him and gave it a whirl before knocking it down his throat. Before it stung his throat like a wasp; this one went back down like cold water. After it hit his belly he felt the rush in his head and leaned back in the chair. He had been beating himself up about the entire series of events that occurred the second he stepped foot in Metropolis. And each time he kept telling himself that he could have, should have went after them, his was reminded of the consequence that would have unfolded.
It was a constant race in circles, always coming to the same conclusion and he hated it. Until they were in coffins it was nibbling at they away like a parasite. But the parasite was more voracious in Fiona and it wasn't long before she exploded in the same feeling Zoa was taught to handle. He just stared at her not out of pity but of understanding. As her work and research was blown away like leaves in he wind, her bravado and fearless shell began to tear and crack until her foundation couldn't anymore and beneath it was a different butterfly. A more fragile, sensitive, emotional one. "Fiona..."
He forgot what he was going to say, if he even had anything to say. He just thought about the question that she asked him. He knew his answer, but he listened more to the P.I. She was a shoot first, ask questions to the big fish later type of woman but only because the guppies got to live another day. His euphoric thought flow told him there was much more to her. How long had she been killing? Did she had enough after her one that stole her purity was dead, or did get caught in the quicksand of the power of cold steel?
She asked another question and Zoa nodded. "Yeah of course..." He stood up and walked with a hint of stumbleness over to the butterfly and went down to her level next to her. He brought his knees up and rested his arms around his knees.
"...Matthew 26:52." Was what he started with, what he tried to start with By no means was he religious. Despite the fact that he harnessed supernatural abilities and was brought up in that religion, the idea that the cosmos, this utopia of death and suffering was designed by one man was a fairy tale. Justice was what avenged lives, ******** thoughts and prayers. It was just a line in that fantasy story that stuck with him and, what he felt was symbolic to the crime in Paradiso.
"If you live by the sword, you die by sword." Or as he said in paradiso, 'If they wanna live by the guns, they have no problem dying by them."
"I thought that we won at first. We stop someone from catching a lick or a murder and let the cops handle them. Typical hero s**t, winning at the end of the day, that's what they used to say." Then he remembered his mindset changed after the failed bust in Paradiso. He then aimed straight ahead with his eyes, staring into the void. "Then I realized that..." he tried to gather his sober thoughts through the intoxicated waters. Zoa's count was less than Fiona's, for he started the transition of showing little mercy to none in the recent year."
"Another piece of s**t off the streets for good sends a message and increases the chance that someone innocent gets to live for better days. They made their choice. They don't deserve to live, ******** em..."
"You are right though Fiona. Taking a life to save one is what's needed." Then he looked back to his caramel counterpart as they matched emotions for a few more moments before they both placed their masks on. She got back up to her feet to organize plans with her connect and Zoa got back up on his. He walked over to the window and peered out. "Cops are at the area now I bet..." his obvious comment stayed in the alcohol atmosphere and did a quick assessments on his current state. "Good to go...Stick to the high ground and keep off the radar..."
"Seeing as how we're already friendly..." He unbuckled his belt and began to take off her brother's clothes from the top to the pants. The liquor had settled in so well subtlety took a spot in the basement. "I'll contact you." he said, when he should have said he would have met back up at her spot. He took the blazer off fine but the pants with the shoes still on could have been done proper. Once they were off he got back to his original all black attire, triple checking to see if he had everything, followed by a quadruple check that wasn't necessary and made a funny walk for the exit.
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Posted: Thu Dec 28, 2017 7:20 pm
"Dark Matters"
The PI rose to a standing position and reached for her cell phone. It was imperative that she contacted the hacker sooner rather than later. Roxxon was in for a rude awakening come sunrise tomorrow. Fiona was out for blood, and she knew exactly where to direct that rage. Her eyes cut over her shoulder to Zoa as he rose behind her.
She noticed him peeping out the window. “The boys in blue will be clueless as per usual. It won’t be hard to throw them off our trail, ya know?” Although she knew the wreckage at the club wouldn’t lead back to either of them, she still gazed outside her window at the streets below. One could never be too sure in this city.
“I didn’t realize we were so close, Z.” Fiona actually let a chuckle slip as realized the intoxicated martial artist was undressing himself.
Zoa was different. Sure, he’d seen his fair share of darkness and he wasn’t perfect. But for some reason she felt he was the better hero in this situation. Maybe it was the sheer amount of control over his emotions he displayed or the way he proved to be her rock when she lost control of hers. He was a good man. And she was grateful for him. Fiona grabbed her brother’s clothes from him and stuffed them back in her closet. The butterfly had very few friends. In her line of work it was necessary to keep the circle of trust small. Her brother always asked about her social life, always concerned with her spiritual well being. In many ways, Zoa had the same energy about him. A smile crossed her lips for a moment just as Zoa made his way to the exit.
“Thank you, Z.” A sincere glimmer of gratitude exuded from her eyes. “And erm...No more mushy s**t after this, agreed?” The Fiona we all love and knew was back in swing.
Roxxon had no clue what was coming for them. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
-----------------------At Roxxon Headquarters-------------------------
“Are you sure we can trust him?! I mean, one mission does not a trustworthy individual make.” The hacker clicked away at his many keyboards inside of the silver van he and Fiona were using as a getaway car. And mobile hacking force, also known as MHF, but Fiona wasn’t feeling the acronym.
“Thank you for the wisdom, Yoda. I’ll keep that in mind while I’m dressed in this monkey suit.” Fiona looked down at the pencil skirt and frilly white blouse she was wearing. The urge to puke was only overcome by the desire to keep her cover intact. And not smell like last night’s meal of whiskey courage. To make matters worse, she had adorned her face with glasses to complete this disguise which was was becoming more librarian by the minute.
Fiona looked outside the front window to view the Roxxon building across the street from where they were parked. “Tsk…” To say that she was pissed was putting it lightly. She was furious. How could evil operate so seamlessly in the light of day? How could she have missed it?
“Don’t be so hard on yourself---there’s no way you could have known.” The korean man looked up at the many screens lined on the wall of the van as he encouraged Fiona. The hacker had known her for sometime, and knew how hard she was on herself. Often, for things completely out of her control. He also know how much she hated any kind of sympathy, so he decided against anymore sentiments.
”So, with the keycard you snagged from Shen,” Jonesy removed the keycard from the drive port of the control panel and tossed it to Fiona. ”You’ll be able to access the important parts of the building, specifically, the server room and the director’s office.”
“How does a sex-trafficking kingpin get access to Roxxon’s head office!?” Fiona tilted her head in disbelief. Shen wasn’t much of a pawn if he was this deep into Roxxon’s security.
”I guess we’ll never find out since he’s, well, um….ya know, dead.” Jonesy could feel the daggers Fiona’s eyes were digging into his back. He awkwardly spun himself around to face her. “Not that it’s your fault or anything...um, he had it coming. Or…” He was digging a hole at this point.
”Let’s just focus, Jonesy.” Fiona, surprisingly calm, shifted the attention back to the gameplan. ”The card is programmed with a new identity to avoid raising any alarms, correct?” Fiona waited for a nod from Jonesy before continuing. ”We get in and plug in this thumb drive, and you take it from there?”
”Once the drive is in I can hack into their mainframe to pull anything from transactions to meeting dates---anything really, that we can use to expose them and hopefully the man behind all this.” Jonesy nodded to Fiona for confirmation that everything was clear. ”Oh, before I forget...you’ll only have 4 minutes before security is alerted of your presence once the drive is removed.” His gave two thumbs up to Fiona, knowing damn well she was not happy about the time constraint.
”Peachy. Where the hell is my assistant?” Assistant referring to Zoa, who would be dressed in similar fashion to maintain their cover. Fiona swung upon the back door of the van and grabbed her faux briefcase. Her hand tapped the back of the van to alert Jonesy that she was on the move.
Fiona waited in the front entrance of the Roxxon building, a fake smile strewn across her lips. ”You’re late, maat.” Fiona teased as she saw Z coming up the street, strapping as ever.
|| Location: Roxxon|| Company: Zoarell || Clothing: Roxxon Disguise ||
Tonfa Martial Arts in a Nutshell
Agent Code Monkey So, Fiona has her sexy librarian get-up on, and I'm just dying at the visual LOOOL
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Posted: Fri Feb 16, 2018 2:13 pm
"Nah not at all. They'll have a lot on their hands in there." With Shen's murder, Gina's and a clue to a sex slave operation at their feet, the last thing cops will worry about is the man 1/2 responsible for it.
He did a light rub of his forehead, as if his buzz was an etch-a-sketch drawing that could be gone instantly. He was halfway dressed and stopped and looked back at her. It had only been hours since they met. It wasn't the best introduction but at the end of the night there did exchange forms of intimacy. They had exchanged their stories that was kept in the dark from the public eye and held each other's lives in their hands."Yeah I didn't know either..." he replied softly.
"Thank you. And yeah I'll keep an eye on you." he said in terms of the Butterfly feeling mushy from here on. He gave her a wink and made his exit. After that, there were no sounds of footsteps...Less than 60 Minutes after Shen's death... "Are you watching this?"
"I am now..." Breaking News had that kind of charm,
even for the Chi warrior."But I'm a little surprised you're not taken aback from all of this like I'd thought you'd be. Your biggest shareholder just hit the dirt."
"I'm more pissed, than anything, but therapy seems to be working i suppose. Shen was one of our top players. But my sessions may go down the shitter when they find shen's body tainted with-"
"I told you before. Zero traces once its timeline is up." The reporter carried on and the television switched to a body covered in a white drape with caution tape decorated around the back room where Shen indulged in his "side work". If he had fangs, they would have been appropriate for the grin he flashed when he heard the officials have determined the cause of death being unclear at this time. "See?"
"But we can agree this is cutting it closer than any of our endeavors recently?...You have any idea who is behind this?"
"Well it's not who we think it is." So that meant it was small time tryna get the big dogs' attention. The Dark Disciple had been moving under the eyes of Metropolis's protectors like a microscopic bug since day 1. The tales from others said it but he concluded himself since his stay that they were more focused on worldwide events, than what was happening in their backyard.
"But if i have to guess whoever was behind it, needed some help." A picture of the ex-owner of the nightclub appeared afterward.
"And a lot of it, just to take down Shen alone, then his crew, then the women." His eyes narrowed in on the television. With a single pill Shen was a god against average humans. But he had enough intellect to keep it on the sneak tip; only using the pills at the last resort. The disciple had been down that road when it came to losing a business partner. But his last one didn't have the chips needed to fully commit.
With Shen, while he wasn't able to fully manifest Dark Chi to its core, he had a platform that was his nightclub and his connection with Roxxon. He was also the one that played with the idea of taking it globally; selling it to the highest bidder to create super soldiers. The power he would obtain would transcend to insurmountable levels.
Now he shared the same fate under the white blanket as the woman. And to make things more enigmatic, his security room was damaged, leaving the mystery of his murderers unknown.
"The bigger question, is are they coming for us?....Hello?...Hello?"
The Dark disciple suddenly became quiet, like he zoned; only coming to that realization when he heard his other business partner the third time. "I don't know. But I'll call you tomorrow and come down in the city tomorrow afternoon to keep a close eye on things. But the second you feel things become suspect, call me."
"Will do."
*click*
Beads of sweat plagued the forehead of the disciple. He slide the phone to the side and returned to his full lotus position; making an attempt to diving deeper into who was Shen's killer, while averting his attention back to his cerebral training.
Roxxon Headquarters
When Z first heard they were going to bring Roxxon to the ground, he assumed that they were going in directly and give the entire company a termination procedure they'll never forget. The disciple was so focused on what was to come on his end he quickly remembered there there was more than to this mission. They both needed access to Roxxon's personal files and that path started with a different wardrobe.
"I'm still getting used to this place...And these pants" he said as he was approaching her. He told himself to keep on the receipt for these clothes and gear if they had survived the day.The taxi driver that dropped him off would have likely seen their third member driving off also. Had Z put just a pinch more of trust in the GPS when it said 'right' and he would have been on the dot. He extended his arms out and did a full turn to show the results of last minute shopping. "How do I look? They had this on a mannequin so I just took the whole thing."
His eyes widened a bit as he checked her from her heels to her short apple red dress to match her earrings. The glasses were a cute addition too. He held a fist to his mouth to hide the chuckle he was trying to hold back. Was it an attractive and believable look? Yes. Did Zoa also know she was dying on the inside? Yes.
Then he felt it nudge on him and he looked up to the clouds to the top of Roxxon. "Do I wanna know what's in the briefcase? Or inside of that cup?"shadesVest/Longsleeve/necklacepants/beltKicks
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