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 Posted: Sat Sep 16, 2017 9:14 pm
 
【】Name: Deacon Richards (Team Lead)
【】Location: The Watchtower
【】Thoughts: Just another day on the job
The blonde kept the newsfeed going in his office as he prepared for the day. The international newsfeeds were remarkable, far better than the news he’d dealt with in his time. It was by no means perfect, but the publicity hungry headlines that only sought the limelight and viewership. But things had changed significantly now. So he focused intently on the streams down in South America, the violence had escalated to the point of events that he’d seen back when he was a young child. The resurgence of cartels down in Colombia, the narco-war that erupted down there was remarkable. But he had more to do than just watch the news, he had to check in on his team. They’d had a couple months of downtime, after a rather successful raid. There was still paperwork involved, even for the Justice League.
But soon his attempts at making headway on that were quickly interrupted by a phone call. It was a receptionist down on the first floor, asking him if he’d collect a new recruit. He obliged, taking the recruit files and loading them up on to his tablet as he made his way down. He quickly collected the new recruit, who he learned was named Theodore. The recruit appeared to have some confusion but sorta rolled with the situation. Looking to the tablet, he saw that he was meant to meet with Savanna. He took note of Fiona as she greeted what looked like their surprise ally from the raid. He chuckled for a bit as he moved on when she called out his sudden role as the welcome party. She was going to be an interesting addition to the team, to say the least. Her penchant for sarcasm was something that he'd need to figure out, but like all things he'd figure that out in time. Given his history, he had plenty of time at this point.
Looking to his subordinate and the next newcomer he gave them both a nod of acknowledgement, "Fiona, if your partner in crime here is interested in joining our outfit take him to Intake on the third floor. They'll make arrangements for quarters and such. That's the group that handled your living arrangements as well."
Looking to the newcomer, "Welcome to the Tower, either way of course. Even if this is a social call, it's always nice to see people we run into. Now if you two will excuse me I need to get Mr. Windsor here upstairs."
“You can call me Deacon. When we’re in the field, if we ever interact, it’s Phantom.” he answered Theo. “And it turns out, they contacted me by mistake. You’re actually supposed to meet with our other team lead.”
“And don’t worry, you’ve already been admitted.” he followed up with his query on what exactly the recruiting process entailed, “Truth be told we have means of monitoring metahumans, and even potential superheroes, remotely. Usually when someone speaks to a recruiter of ours, they’ve got an open ticket.” It wasn’t like any sort of Big Brother or anything, but they did have teams of investigators tracking and gathering information on any potential recruits.
Raising his communicator, he dialed in Savanna’s line and spoke clearly “Hey Kat, it’s Deacon. I have a Theo Windsor, new recruit. According to my files he’s supposed to meet you, but I was called to collect him. If you’d like I can bring him to you, or you can collect him at my office.” he gestured for the recruit to follow him as they now got out of the elevator on his floor. Any other conversations related to the new guy were dashed by the sudden notification that one of his teammates was in the infirmary. Oh boy, who in the world hurt themselves now? he thought to himself as he was now stuck into a situation. As he lead Theo to his office, he opened the door to it, gesturing for him to enter.
“Theo I do apologize but I need to attend a matter that just came up. I’m going to have Savanna come and collect you, so please take a seat and make yourself comfortable while you wait. I’m terribly sorry about leaving you to wait once more, but I hope to speak with you further down the road. There’s water on the desk, coffee by the window. Please help yourself.” he quickly darted off and moved towards the infirmary. He sent a message to Savanna explaining the situation, informing her that Theo was sitting in his office.
Finally arriving he saw that Bree was tending to Isabella in the infirmary. He looked at the two of them and was appreciative of the fact that Bella was being taken care of. Of course he now had to know just what she did to wind up here.
“How in the world did you hurt yourself Isabella?” he asked her, turning to Bree “Looks like you’re getting some practical nursing experience eh? How’s the patient?” he asked.
God knows it was the last thing he needed, to bench a teammate for some ridiculous injury that happened on base.
OOC: Lemme know of any problems!
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Posted: Sun Sep 17, 2017 7:20 pm
 
【 Location: Pool (Frozen) 】 【 Thoughts: .... 】 【 Cryokinetic 】
xxxxx❅xxx❅xxx❅
Aiden spent his time after the raid in the usual way. Training, dealing with Deacon, following up with his family, and keeping Karmen from slipping away. Every time he got close he had the distinct notion that she was distancing herself. It was as if every smile heralded a pang of regret. She had so much warmth and compassion. Despite being the occasionally unobservant block-headed male—He’d seen it from time to time. It was rare. Just glimpses. Like sunlight peeking through closed blinds.
His sister was furious with him. Priya was spirited and made sure he knew she was less than impressed that he hadn’t called immediately after the incident at the museum. She’d only begun to lay off recently after some coaxing from their parents. There were a few other missed calls on his phone that were getting irritating but he wouldn’t be returning them. He would listen the voicemails later to determine that there was no real urgency and that would be that. There were things that he’d left behind in LA and he was determined to keep there. The past was the past.
As usual, Aiden gave Karmen the space she needed, all the while remaining close at hand. It was easy to do when they had a few things in common. If all else failed for entertainment they typically wound up in the garage and turned into a pair of grease monkeys. Today she’d asked for something new. So, he thought of the one thing a pyrokinetic who grew up in overalls probably wouldn’t think to do.
Ice skate.
He was by no means a pro but between freezing over the pond at home for his sister and hockey with the guys—He wasn’t half bad. Being a cryokinetic didn’t make him instantly an expert. He was just very partial to ice. He understood it and could feel its strengths and weaknesses. It helped when it came to not falling through. He moved easily enough on the completely pool, just doing laps, while he waited for Karmen to bundle up. She was such a frail little thing when it came to the smallest gust of cold wind. How had she ever survived a winter?
When she appeared he flashed her a grin that was followed by an immediate chuckle that he tried to swallow. She was so puffed up with extra clothing there was no way she was going to be able to move properly. “It’s safe, K. I promise. When have I ever lied to you?”
He headed toward the blond woman without thought and came to a stop at the edge. His skates, comprised of sharp blades of ice frozen around his shoes, melted away as the ice rose to allow him to step neatly over the edge. She mentioned breaking her hip and the former police officer couldn’t stop the devil may care smirk that spread across his features. “Give me a little credit. There are easier ways to get you into bed versus letting you break your hip.”
She seemed to be teetering back and forth—like a rabbit ready to run. Was this so terrifying? She could stare down a group of bandits with alien weapons but not a frozen pool? She worried about falling, melting the ice, drowning, and could only shake his head as he reached out and took her skates carefully from over her shoulder. She was holding them all wrong and hadn’t even put the guards on. Blades exposed, that was an accident waiting to happen. He led her to one of the stone seats beside the pool and gestured that she sit down.
“Let me help you with these. You don’t need to worry so much about every little thing. Trust me. You won’t fall and you won’t drown.”, Aiden spoke plainly, blue eyes reassuring as he undid the laces of her shoes. He gently tugged them off and set them aside. “I won’t let you.”
He was kind in lacing her up, despite snickering about her two pairs of socks, and eventually stood up. Unfortunately, he’d forgotten that they were in a pool area and that tile was not going to be forgiving with the blades. Shrugging his shoulders, it was an easy problem to fix, so he leaned down and picked her up. One hand at her back, the other beneath her knees. “Pardon the reach. You won’t be able to walk with those on the tile.”
Aiden could barely feel her inside all of the layers of clothing. They were very opposite in that moment. He wore a pair of dark slacks and an untucked pale blue button up. The sleeves were rolled up, as if he was going for a walk on a sunny day, versus playing around in a winter wonderland. He stood on the block of ice that he’d raised from the pool and it lowered both of them down. The cryokinetic sat her down on the edge of the pool so that she could get her bearings. She didn’t always react favorably when he invaded her space. Especially, when it was for her own good. “Just sit tight for a second…We’ll take it slow.”
His eyes frosted for a moment as skates made of ice wrapped around his shoes again. He rose a few inches and then smiled at her. “When my sister learned…She got told to practice falling over. We’re going to skip that part. First, let’s just get you standing.”
The cryokinetic shifted smoothly a little closer and held his arms out so that she could take them when she was ready.
❅xxx❅xxx❅xxxxxxxxxxxxx 
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Posted: Sun Sep 17, 2017 8:34 pm
  Name: Isabella "Bella" Stone
Codename: The Siren
Location:Infirmary
Ability: Audiokinesis
Isabella smiled a little bit at Bree when she apologized for startling her. Was she that obvious? The sound user would have pointed out that no one was too old to go back to school if her typing hand didn’t currently have what felt like a puncture through it. The auburn haired woman also had no idea how old Bree truly was. She followed the nurse obediently to the exam table and tried not to squish up the paper when she sat down. She could feel panic welling in her chest as more and more surgical supplies appeared. She knew that it was bad, but she hadn’t been expecting to see so many supplies on the tray. The smell of the infirmary alone was making her feel dizzy with déjà vu. She winced when Bree unwrapped the injury. Ouch was right.
Not long after agreeing to keep a secret—the pain stopped. She blinked a few times in surprise and Bree must have noticed her suspiciously scanning every inch of the area. She poked her hand a few times despite assurances and nodded her head slowly as the nurse explained her predicament. It made sense that she would want to keep something like this under wraps. Nightwing had taught her to be wary of people that might take advantage of her ability. Bree had to be wary of the same thing. Still, it was pretty amazing.
They shook pinkies on the secret, which was of course legally binding, and she did her best to seem like she wouldn’t take her miracles for granted. Bree began to clean up and Isabella silently vowed to be much more careful with the piece of metal from now on. She was slowly learning which frequencies made it freak out and which let it calm down. It was just all trial and error. It occurred to her to ask for help but that defeated the purpose of figuring it out herself. Deacon hadn’t gone through all the trouble to get it for her only to have her give up.
She really wasn’t sure what to do about her scarf. Part of her knew, that despite it being one of her favorites, that it was completely unsalvageable. The sound user knew that Bree hadn’t been looking for any sort of quid pro quo when she shared a little bit but it was only fair. Besides, it wasn’t the worst of her secrets. Not by a long shot. She typed on her phone when the nurse thanked her and the green eyed girl tried to explain just a little. In a few moments she showed Bree the screen, intent on deleting, after it was read. ‘I can’t control my voice. It’s why Deacon gave me this necklace.’
‘It’s supposed to help. He’s never seen it. He doesn’t understand what happens. No piece of jewelry, no matter how high tech, can control that. Not speaking is better. Safer. ’
Isabella couldn’t see a time in the foreseeable future where she could know what her own voice sounded like. Letting people think that she was mute was simpler. She didn’t have to explain that she could vibrate their innards to liquidation by accident. It was sort of a relief to talk about it with someone that didn’t seem very judgmental. Even just a little bit.
She was a little curious about why Bree kept her healing abilities from Deacon. If he already knew her to be ageless—what was the harm in sharing the rest? He should be able to keep it quiet and utilize good judgement on the field. She didn’t think he would take unnecessary risks just because he thought she could heal the damage. Would he?
The sound user tilted her head curiously as she looked at Bree from head to toe, as if trying to figure something out, before she began typing again.
‘How old are you really?’
It was then that the doors slid open, Deacon walked in, and a startled Isabella fumbled with her phone to the point of nearly dropping it on the floor. She had to lean pretty far to catch it. When she did, she jerked backward and sat still, her expression a combination of guilt and embarrassment. She couldn’t say what really happened in order to keep Bree’s secret, which meant she also needed to clean the blood from the conference room table before anyone else found it, but she also hated lying. Instead of responding via text, as he clearly didn’t expect her to answer verbally, she looked away to hide her reddening cheeks.
She’d never been particularly shy with the time-displaced team leader so it would probably come as a surprise. Never had she refused to look at him before but it was for Bree’s benefit that she didn’t. Isabella would never break her promise willingly but she unintentionally wore her emotions on her sleeve. Her expressions on occasion could be just as telling as full sentences.
She hoped that her nurse was as good at cover stories as she was at performing miracles.
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Posted: Mon Sep 18, 2017 4:45 pm
Dru lightly knocked on the door with the backs of his knuckles. “Sashka?” He called through the wooden barrier. Hopeful that the endearment would soften her to him. Yet there was nothing. Not even so much a creek of a loose floorboard.
Another knock. Another wall of silence. Nothing.
Either she wasn’t in there or she was ignoring him. He hoped for the former, the later would mean an argument would soon ensue. Then again that had become the twins norm ever since they’d been split off into separate teams and she’d nearly obliterated the soup kitchen. He had been ready to beat Deacon within an inch of his life when he’d seen the billowing storm clouds overhead. When he’d finally gotten inside his sister was on the floor, nearly unconscious from the strain of the storm.
Yet she’d only smiled up at him. Told him how she’d done it, finally done it. He had no idea what she’d been talking about, but he’d gathered her close and took her back to the tower. When she’d gained her wits about herself and he knew she was alright. He went to confront Deacon. He didn’t even get out of the room. His sister insisted that it wasn’t their ‘leaders’ fault. That he was right.
Right? Right?
Would he have been right if the entire town had been destroyed by a cyclone?
He didn’t understand. Still didn’t for that matter. So he had taken it upon himself to watch Reina’s every move. To monitor her moods. Which had only caused the pair more troubles. His sister’s ire was the last thing he expected.
Didn’t she understand he was trying to protect her?
With an infuriated sigh. He scrubbed a hand down his stubbled cheek and turned away. Unsure where to go, he made his way down the corridor when the soft hum of the television drew his attention. Following it to the living room, he eventually found Savanna lounging on the couch and surfing through ….something on the television. Net—something or other.
With a frown, he cleared his throat. Perhaps she knew where Reina was? After all, she was his twins team leader. “Excuse me, do you know where my sister is?” His hand went to the back of his head, for the first time in his life feeling awkward, and he scratched his scalp. “I haven’t seen her since last night I thought maybe you--” He closed his mouth. His jaw began to tick as he clenched it closed and glanced toward the floor. This was certainly a new experience and he couldn't say he was pleased with it.
The Russian sighed. "Never mind. I will--" He fell silent again, his frown deepening.
((ooc:: will have this looking nice tomorrow))
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Posted: Tue Sep 19, 2017 9:59 pm
 Theodore Von Windsor~ SparkyThese times
will try to define me
But I will
hold my head up high He heard a woman (Fiona) speak to them. He turned his head to see two African American people (he presumed the American anyway) to be approaching them. A slight chuckle escaped his lips. “Ah man. I wasn’t told I was part of a welcoming committee. Otherwise, I would have dressed up a bit better.” He jested with a slight grin. “And who might you two be? The name’s Theo.” He offered his hand in case either of them wanted to shake it.
Deacon talked to the two now and he sounded familiar with one of them. The other person (Zoa) sounded like a newcomer like himself. Well, glad to know he wasn’t the only one new to this game. It wouldn’t like he would be able to talk to either of them for long though. Maybe another time. “See you two around.” He waved and followed after Deacon.
“Deacon. Like church Deacons. Will keep that in mind.” Theo raised an eyebrow. “Phantom huh? You secretly a ghost and you aren’t telling me? Damn.” For all he knew, maybe the codename had nothing to do with ghosts. “Oh seriously? Well, it was still nice to meet you nether the less.”
Theo listened to the guy’s explanation. His body briefly stiffened before shuddering. “Man, I’m not sure I like the idea of being secretly watched like that.” He liked to think of himself as observant. Guess he hadn’t if he had been monitored before being recruited. “But hey, guess in this case I can cut the slight creepiness some slack. It did get me here after all.” He smirked a bit right before chuckling.
He followed quietly now as Deacon looked to be contacting someone named Kat. Was that the name of his team leader? Maybe a nickname? He supposed he would figure that out soon enough. After he found himself in what he presumed was Deacon’s office, the guy appeared distracted. He opened his mouth to ask. Before he could though, Deacon went on to explain the change in the situation.
“Eh. It’s not biggie. They say you spend an average of five years total of your life waiting. I’m just making sure to match the average.” He waved as Deacon left the room. Theo glanced about the room before furrowing his eyebrows. After having taken note of the television in the room, he sat down at the desk and decided to turn it on. Apparently, Deacon must have been watching the news before. He shrugged and started flipping through the channels.
At least this time I’ll have something to entertain me…hopefully. Just now he had to find something on TV to watch. Such was the dilemma of every TV watcher. I'm telling you
these times are hard
But they will
pass! I am at: The Tower: Floor 1 / Deacon’s Office
I am with: Deacon and two others / No one
Weapons: N/A
Items: Bag of stuff (Clothing, etc.)
Love Interest: No one
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Posted: Fri Sep 22, 2017 6:56 am
 
No sooner had Savanna hit play on the movie when someone cleared their throat. She glanced to the male twin for a moment before returning her attention to the movie and it’s opening credit scene. She had simply hoped the man would be passing though, unfortunately for her he was not. She closed her eyes as he began to talk.
With a sigh of her own, she hit pause and turned in her seat to face the man who was asking about his sister. He looked awkward and out of place. It did little to sway Savanna to soften the way she would speak to him. "No." She said sharply. "I do not know where your sister is."
Her own jaw ticked as she looked him up and down. She was in no way shape or form a babysitter. Unless she was having a team meeting, a training session, or were out on a mission, what her team did was none of her business. "Maybe," She began as she readjusted herself so that she could watch the tv. "she is trying to get away from you. She is her own person you know, and regardless of relation, your obsession of being near her borders on creepy." After all, their co-dependency was one of the reasons they had been placed on different teams, or so Savanna suspected.
However, with his current neediness, she was glad she got the other twin.
Before she could hit play, Deacon's voice echoed over her communicator. Her head tilted back as she rested it on the back of the couch and sighed. Apparently, she forgot today was the day she was supposed to be meeting with her new member. Her jaw worked for a moment before she responded to the phantom. "I forgot that was today, I will be there to collect him shortly." It was as close to an apology that Deacon would get from her.
She got up, the amazon fire stick remote still in her hand. "Here." She said pressing the controller into Alexandru’s hand. "Sit down, watch something and relax." She said before passing him. She paused with her hand lingering on the door frame. "Or get stressed and keep looking for your sister. Up to you." She said over her shoulder before continuing on her stroll to Deacon’s office.
She half expected the Romanian to follow her, hoping that she would lead him to his lost sister. On the way, she had taken a slight detour to her own office that was still in the works of being set up. She grabbed one the welcome packages she had set up to make sure anyone who was placed on her team would have everything needed from the get-go. She also took a moment to look over the file that she had gotten on Theodore Windsor. She took a few notes on a sticky pad before locking the overly secured computer at her desk. Since the previous breach in security, they had upped the game. Snagging the sticky she was on her way.
As she made her exit, she nearly ran into Dru, who was shadowing her. Her jaw ticked for a moment before sighing and shaking her head. She didn’t have time for him, not right now anyway. "Well, I suppose you’ll be helping me to give a tour then?" She asked as she stepped around him and continued on her way.
It didn’t take much longer for the feline-like woman to get to Deacon's office. "Mister Theodore Windsor." She said from the doorway as she examined the man who was flipping through channels on Deacon’s television set. "I am Savanna Carroll, your current team leader. I apologize for the mix-up." She said as she walked into the room, extending her hand towards the man for a friendly shake.
"It seems I had you scheduled for tomorrow instead of today." Or else she would have met the man in the lobby herself. She could still sense Alexandru somewhere behind her, causing her to close her eyes for a moment and count to five. "This," She began as she turned and gestured towards the man, "is Alexandru. He is a part of deacons team, while his sister is a part of mine."
She didn’t bother to explain why he was following her. It probably wouldn’t have made sense to the newcomer anyway, seeing as it made little sense to her. "Oh, before I forget, this is your communicator. We use this to keep in touch with one another. We do prefer for everyone to keep them near at all times, just in case something comes up." She passed him the box containing the device. "And this is a map of the tower. The red areas are secured areas where only a few people are allowed. Those you don’t need to worry about. I’ve already circled your room, and if you like, I can show you around a bit."
With herself unburdened, she stepped back. "Any questions so far?" She asked. Most of this should have been gone over before, but it never hurt to go over it again.
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Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2017 4:30 pm
 
Glancing at the scarf Bree stood to drop it in the sink and turn on the cold water. “I make no promises…” She said, reaching for the hydrogen peroxide. “But usually this will do the trick to get stains out.” Even as she said it, the scarf bubbled and the water became murky as the chemicals went to work. “Especially since they haven’t really had the chance to set in yet.” Once the sink was full, she stopped the water and poured the bubbling liquid directly onto the blood-soaked accessory. “We’ll soak it for a few.” She instructed, looking down at the unrecognizable cloth in her sink.
The pinky swear, though juvenile, made her feel better about telling Bella. She seemed trustworthy, sweet even. “I appreciate being able to tell someone.” She said with a smile. It was hard, being able to do what she could, and not going out to help save the world and cure all the bad diseases that existed, one victim at a time.
She hadn’t expected the sound manipulator to give her a secret to keep in return, but she was grateful for the gesture. Reading the screen on the phone, she eyed the necklace suspiciously. “Is that what caused..” Flicking her green gaze over to the now perfect wrist, she shook her head. “I’m not sure I would trust it either.” After all, the necklace, if Bella figured it out… was a crutch. Control would come with time and practice. The good old fashioned way. If she relied too heavily on the necklace and something happened to it, she’d wind up right back at square one.
Admitting that Deacon didn’t know the full extent of her abilities, Bella seemed curious. “I would have told him.” She murmured, her voice intoned with guilt for hiding something so large from an old friend. That was how she saw him; not as a team lead. “But since Isis hacked our files, he’s not really spoken to me for any length of time.” She grimaced as she thought of that day, how she’d been making outrageous demands to lighten what she had considered a bad situation most of that morning. It had mostly been to make him laugh, a small bridge for her to connect with the one person in the tower that she knew. But, crying wolf had allowed him to ignore the situation, or at the very least, her when she had needed someone to listen.
Shrugging her off left her less than confident that Deacon had ever gotten the chance to really experience the world as an adult, and know what to prioritize. Sure, he was a man now. Anyone with eyes could recognize that chiseled jaw and five o’clock shadow and guess that he was beyond high school years, and it definitely didn’t look bad on him. She just didn’t know if his mind had the chance to age with him, or if he was still a scared teenager in his head.
Bella typed out another question, and Bree’s lips quirked, taking her away from her more somber line of thinking. “Old enough to be your mother, though I wouldn’t ever try.” She said with a laugh. Parts of her were still young too. “I’ll be fifty in two years. ”
The doors slid open then, revealing just the man they were talking about and she gnawed on the inside of her cheek before giving anything away. Bella jerked in surprise, obviously she had been zoned in on their conversation with little regard to the rest of the clinic and she dropped her phone. Embarrassed, red stole into her cheeks, and it was clear that the nurse would need to come up with a cover.
“Oh, don’t worry. She’s not hurt.” At least, not anymore. Bree beamed, hoping that Deacon couldn’t smell a lie as she concocted a story that she hoped was at least half-believable. “I asked her to come down to help me study for my practical. First round of exams is next week, and having a live person seems to work better than my flash cards. Though, if Kent would like to implant the knowledge I need in order to pass, that would be great too.” She joked with a wink, though her tone sounded a tiny bit wishful. Exams were going to be the death of her. “Then I could really take over the infirmary at a greater capacity than I am now.”
Tilting her head, the curtain of dark curls seemed to dance to their own tune. Green eyes glistened like emeralds in sunlight as she looked at the man in front of them. He hardly looked like the frail boy that had once come to her village now. “To what do we owe the pleasure of your visit? Can I get you something?” She asked, unsure if he had been searching for Bella, or if he was actually in the clinic for something. Given how little she saw of him, she guessed the former, and that he’d just gotten lucky.
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2017 9:57 am
  Dru.
He.
Didn’t…
He couldn’t be…
Could he?
Could he really be like them?
Reina couldn’t stop the thoughts as they slowly circled the proverbial drain. Round and round they went—where they stopped nobody knew. Least of all her. She and Dru had been bound together from the moment of conception. They had shared a womb together and from that moment on they had not parted. Even choosing death over separation.
The silence was broken with a throaty noisy that instantly had her head snapping in that direction. Wide eyes stared ahead at the tall blond. They swirled, as turbulent as her emotions and the bitterness of betrayal that had settled low in her belly. How in the world had he gotten the drop on her? Not once in the past fifteen years had anyone managed to sneak up on her. Not even Dru. She was always, ALWAYS, aware of her surroundings. It was second nature to her. Yet he had managed it.
She cycled through her memory quickly trying to put a face to a name but was drawing a complete blank as she stared dumbfounded at the newcommer. So much for an impeccable memory, that too seemed to have deserted her. Even her ability to speak English was lost on her. Needing a distraction, and perhaps a hard reset, she reached out and took the bottle from him. Unscrewing the cap she took several healthy gulps to clear her head.
When she was done, she scrubbed the back of her wrist across her lips. “Thank you.” She managed. Somehow remembering how to English in the seconds it took to quench her thirst. With a tentative smile she nodded her head back toward the bag. It impatiently swayed, waiting for her return. “You box?” She asked, before taking another healthy swig of water. She screwed back on the cap and bent over setting the bottle on the ground. Then returned to the bag, stilling it with a firm hold, she looked over her shoulder.
“You are called Duck?” A frown instantly settled over her mouth. That did not sound correct. “I mean--” She trailed off and looked up at him for help with furrowed brows. “I’m sorry I’m not usually sooo… How do you say? Out of it?” She nodded to herself. “Yes that is it.”
With a bitter chuckle, she wiped at a trickle of sweat that ran down from her hairline and shook her head. She normally was a lot of things but today just seemed to be kicking her in the teeth. “You mentioned a spotter?” She asked, trying desperately to dig out of the horrendously embarrassing moment.
“Would you mind? I could greatly use the distraction.” She flashed him a small, grin as she settled into a fighter's stance. Feet shoulder width apart. Hips low. Arms loose. She rocked her head from one side and then to the other with an answering pop of satisfaction.
“Whenever you are ready.”
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location:: work out areaxxxxxx with:: duke
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Posted: Tue Oct 03, 2017 7:11 am
 
The barest hint of a laugh when she entered the room gave her cause to hesitate. “What’s so funny?” She asked, blue eyes suddenly suspicious. Warily, she made her way toward the pool, still eyeing the man who she couldn’t seem to let go of. “There’s a first time for everything.” She countered after he asked when he had ever lied to her. “You can’t blame a girl for being cautious.”
Nothing that this could all be a ruse to break her hip, the smirk did not bode well against her senses, and she felt heat rush back up to her already rosy cheeks. “Who said anything about getting me into bed? Horndog.” She asked, working to get the fire back in her voice, somehow it cooled into something more kittenish and inviting. The idea of him coming to her bed was a little too appealing for comfort. “I am totally talking about my car here. You mentioned pinstriping it, and if I’m bedridden...” She trailed off, hoping she covered any other motives that might have crossed her mind.
She glanced down at the pool-turned-ice-rink, and chewed on the edge her lip. This was a terrible idea. For a lot of reasons that weren’t so obvious. Aiden was winning. And at this point, as she watched him move, she wasn’t sure that she ever wanted that victory.
Following him to one of the seats, she sat down as he took her skates. “If you say so.” She said, her voice barely above a whisper. He snickered when he caught sight of the two pairs of socks and she glared at him. “You didn’t want me getting cold…” She defended her pride. “I get cold, I start warming things up…” And then it would simply be a match against ice and fire. No doubt he could get the picture from that.
He seemed to notice something as soon as he was done lacing her up, and she didn’t follow - until she was suddenly against the hard wall of his chest. It took her breath before she could muster feigning indignance. But it was two seconds in that she wriggled her feet in the air and pretended to pout as she tried very hard to ignore how easily he lifted her, as though she were a feather. “So this was your plan.” She said, eyeing him through narrowed lids.
He sat her down at the edge of the wintery pool so that he could re-make his skates, and she watched quietly, thinking him graceful not for the first time. She opened her mouth to protest learning to fall, but he quickly said they would skip that part. “I don’t want to fall.” She warned, hesitating before taking his hand to help her stand.
Her legs felt unsteady in the new shoes, and she wobbled before panicking and hugging Aiden, forgetting her need for personal space out of self-preservation. Burying her face near his heart, her knees buckled momentarily. It took several moments for her legs to normalize, but they still felt slick at the bottom, like she could get no traction.
Pulling back to see what she expected to be a very amused grin, she uttered words with more meaning than she’d meant to let on. “Don’t let go.”
OOC: Thank you Overdose and Angel Reaver <3 XXXX.
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Posted: Tue Oct 03, 2017 8:41 am
【】Name: Deacon Richards (Team Lead)
【】Location: The Med bay
【】Thoughts: Checking up on my team
Leading Theo to the elevator, he gave the newcomer his alias, which lead to questions about his powers. Taking a deep breath as he stepped into the elevator, he let his hand go into the wall. Quickly taking it out, he looked at the young man as the elevator went up, “Always an interesting trick at parties. I can also turn invisible and fly.” he replied to the rookie. “And don’t worry, we all live here in the Tower. You’ll be provided accommodations as well, if you so choose, so we’ll likely interact more often than not here.”
“This place has a great coffee.” he added, as a possible incentive for him to stick around.
He understood the apprehension upon hearing about the clandestine monitoring. No one liked the idea of being watched without being aware of it, it’s part of human nature to not like being unaware of what’s going on around you. “It’s not ‘Big Brother’ level surveillance, more akin to field observation in a psychological study. Our recruiters want to observe how a potential candidate interacts with the world around them, and how their abilities may have an impact on that. And combined with a detailed background check, they present a case for whether or not someone would be a good option for the League.”
“Though we’ve now just upped our screening process, after some misshaps…” he didn’t want to elaborate further about the recent betrayal, that lead to the raid in the first place. They were fortunate that was able to be kept under wraps, the officers involved weren’t about to turn a win for both of them into a tragic defeat, it was bad PR for both of them. But they soon moved on, he’d been brought into the MPD offices to further cement the budding working relationship that had begun to form.
Finally making their way up stairs, he reached out to Savanna to collect Theo after getting an alert of a medical emergency with one of his teammates. Great, just what he needed, one of his recruits getting hurt while on downtime. Kat followed up quickly, saying that she’d forgotten it was today he’d be arriving. Considering that they had just decided to reach out to him, he guessed it was one of those SNAFU moments. “Happens to the best us.” he followed up, before again apologizing to Theo before headng out to the Med Bay. The new recruit took the situation in stride, which he had to appreciate. Many of the people in the Tower had certain… unique temperaments that while they were great in the field, they may not necessarily clash or mesh well off of the field. Deacon of course did not hold himself up on a pedestal when it came to this kind of thing, but he did need to recognize these issues with his team if they had any hope for anything resembling cohesion.
Finally reaching the Medical Bay, he was surprised to see Isabella there with Bree. He was concerned that she’d hurt herself significantly, but things looked strangely… ok. There was no blood anywhere, no beeps of some crazy medical technology that was trying to keep people alive. Just Bree and Isabella sitting at the table, with Isabella looking away from him. Curious. He needed to check with the guys down in IT to see if this new alert system had any serious bugs in it. After a number of injuries with different people, he asked for a notification system for both team leaders to keep them appraised of any potential health crises. No information regarding who went in, and what the situation was would be provided. Then again, he was testing it before implementing the protocol with all team leaders, so it could just be a hitch in the initial programming. Though, the fact that the two women in the room, one of whom was significant in his past, the other having become a significant focus in his new present, set off his suspicions.
He needed to get out more…
Bree informed him that there was no emergency to be had, just Isabella helping her study, eschewing the flash cards. He smirked at that, reminding him of his time in Wales. He had been a bit older than Bree at the time, but when he needed to do some studying she was there looking at some of the books he had brought with him. Being stuck in a wheelchair, or a bed for that matter, opened him up to a lot of reading academically. He focused on gene therapy while there, hoping to try and understand the kind of work his father had been doing. He had to wonder if he’d inspired a bit of her medical education, beyond what her mother had taught her in the old Welsh ways.
“I just remember a little Welsh girl going through the flashcards I had made for myself on a rainy day, trying to learn… hell you were trying to pronounce, dexoyribonucleic acid, without getting tongued tied.” he said to her, he laughed a bit, “Christ how old were we?” his thoughts soon took him back to the methods that were used to try and improve his condition. He had a good summer there, probably one of the best he’d had in a long time.
Bree soon asked what they owed his company, to which he pointed to his wrist, “Testing a new alert protocol. Someone comes in here, team leader and any medical staff in the system gets a notification. No information is provided other than the notification, so I wanted to check and see if we had an emergency.”
“And very clearly we do not. So that’ll have to be another note for the coding guys.” he finished, he then looked directly at Bree, “If you’re interested I can see about putting you in for notifications. You’re one of the only members of either team with medical training, so it might not hurt. Only if you’re interested of course.”
Taking a moment to look at the pile of books, he then proceeded to ask “So, what’s the focus today? And unfortunately we’re missing telepathic aliens, it would be so nice to just have multiple broad pieces of knowledge uploaded into my brain.”
Maybe he could’ve gotten some major lessons in leadership thrown in for good measure.
OOC: Let me know of any problems!
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Posted: Thu Oct 05, 2017 7:23 pm
Theodore Von Windsor~ SparkyThese times
will try to define me
But I will
hold my head up high He kept in mind the fact that Deacon could be one ghostly dude. Literally. He so needed to try and see if the guy would be willing to play some Halloween related pranks. The harmless kind of course. He made himself remember the rest, such as the accommodations and monitoring as well. Then again, once he met with his actual team leader, boy was there more for him to remember. He should have honestly carried around a writing pad and pen.
As he got himself settled into his new room, he fidgeted with the communicator. He honestly could not find the best spot for it on his wrist or on his ear. He could either look like the guy talking to himself with a Bluetooth or the guy who thinks he can talk to his watch. Damn was either option going to not look good. In the end though, he decided for the wrist. Better to look ultra-elite cocky rich guy than crazy dude talking to his voices out loud.
The tour had been helpful as well. Though, he still knew he would need the map given to him for some days. His power did not give him the ability to memorize a whole Tower’s landscape in a single day. Man would that be useful though. He stretched himself as he walked out in a tank top, gym shorts, and a gym bag. The team lead had mentioned a gym and he figured he might as well check it out.
His sandals clomped a bit against the floor. But, he paid the few people he passed no heed. Why wear socks and tennis shoes when he intended no running? Not like he had athlete’s foot or some ugly fungus. Seeing a bit of hair on a foot wasn’t going to kill anyone. Hey, besides, people liked those Hobbits with the much hairier feet. He so could pull off the same look just much better and with less hair.
Once he entered the gym, he found his mind no longer focused on his feet. He noticed a woman (Reina) punching a bag quite hard if he had to say so himself. She stopped to talk to someone before the person walked away. Neither of them were familiar to him. That didn’t bother him none as he grinned and walked over to the woman. “Hey there. Got some aggression you need to take out?” He waved before offering his hand. “Name’s Theo. Pleasure to meet ya.”
He only lowered his hand once he figured she would shake his head or not. “You might want to be careful though. You wouldn’t want to break your hands or something trying to tear down that thing.” He tilted his head towards the punching bag. “I can always make sure you don’t go overboard or even better….” He placed his gym bag down and crouched down. “Make it into a fair competition.” He took out what he needed and wrapped his own hands for punching the bag.
“After all, if we are going to compete to see who can punch the longest, you would have to conserve your energy no?” He placed his finger against his lips briefly before standing up and walking over to the other bag. “Unless uh, you’re not the competitive type? Then I’ll just have to play referee and make sure you and the punching bag play nice.” Theo tilted his head to the other side now and smiled this time, showing his dimples. “Whatever you prefer.” I'm telling you
these times are hard
But they will
pass! I am at: Deacon’s Office / Work out area
I am with: Reina
Weapons: N/A
Items: Bag with a change of clothes, etc.
Love Interest: No one
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Posted: Fri Oct 06, 2017 11:27 pm
 Heh..."He don't remember lying to Fiona about it on the contrary. He touched the 'insert message' and moved his thumb towards multiple letters at once, then responded.
"I'm light on my feet what can i say? razz "
He checked over his shoulder and could suddenly sense the P.I inside of the hover taxi. Z assumed that she was packing as light as he was until she went into the trunk and pulled out a duffel bag from the trunk. Was she staying here and at the office?
"Heh I think you got the wrong teams mixed..." He shot a thumb behind in the opposite direction. The funnier part was that he knew a good hairstylist that could hook em up with the business. "Or i need to make a rain check and call that taxi back."
"Here we go..." He followed Fiona and what he expected wasn't seen to him, yet. He scanned the lobby and saw nothing out if the ordinary. Then he looked up to the elevators and the different floors that awaited.
"The good s**t must be upstairs."
Within his quick look around he saw the man running the scene from two months ago. "Phantom..." Z returned the gesture with a simple shrug and let Fiona do the talking. Z being here was definitely a surprise, a walk in appointment. And he was sure it would be the same to the others that remembered him.
"Quarters?" He wondered; It made sense. As heroes if they needed to quickly assemble they all needed to be under one roof. He listened and continued to follow Fiona and gave a nod to the other newcomer. Z won't be hard to find...
Zoa sensed and waited until they were in privacy during the trip to the third floor. "I can't stay." He said.
"I can join the team." He efforts weren't wasted. There were questions the Disciple had about this entire operation but right now he was in. "I just can't stay here." He didn't go into detail, only because the P.I was smart to wonder some reasons behind his decision.
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2017 6:50 am
  Location: Tower Lobby to Quarters ll Company: Zoa
"Oh, now I know who to complain to about my hole in the wall being called a a living quarters." Her lips couldn't help but curl ever so in the corners. The smirk translated she was only pulling Phantom's leg. Her apartment was no luxury living space by any means, so this was an upgrade just without the office space. "Aye, aye captain." Fiona remarked in with her unique accent giving it the necessary pirate feel. She tilted her head in the direction of the elevators for Zoa to follow behind her. Fiona was the least qualified individual to be giving a tour considering she was still getting acclimated to the tower herself. Fiona sent a half smile in the direction of the new guy, Theo. It was actually comforting to know she wasn't the only new kid on the block with the league.
Fiona took note of the glimmer in Zoa's eyes as they boarded the elevator. "Don't touch anything, or even breathe too hard in the direction of something that looks expensive." Fiona teased the martial artist and his obvious curiosity with his newfound surroundings. The pinnacle of this century’s technology seemed to culminate itself within this structure and in the inventions it housed. As fancy as all of it was, Fiona was still a fan of the basics. No need for the extra fuss. Then again, she had tech guy to handle the doo-dads she was less familiar with.
The duo passed the actual registration area Deacon had referred the too upon stepping off the elevator. Fiona wanted to put the last of her things into her room before she helped Zoa play house. The Butterfly was nearing the door to her room when Zoa decided to voice his still unassured position with the league. “You’re kidding right?” Fiona tilted her head to the side as the door to her room slid open.
“You cannot let me live here alone with the super friends. Plus, its free---who can complain about that?!” And she meant that with the utmost respect for their spandex. Or not. Fiona tossed her duffel bag to the ground by her bed and folded her arms over her chest. Zoa was acting strangely. For him to have come here was a step in the right direction; for both of them, really. They couldn’t operate alone forever. They needed help. They needed friends. Fiona just hoped that his reasons for not staying didn’t involve him getting mixed up with more dark chi pushers or anything remotely supernatural. The PI sized Zoa up with sharp eyes, not wanting to beat around the bush.
“I don’t have to be a great detective, which I am, to know your hiding something.” Fiona stated boldly. The PI neared him with a somewhat softer gaze, for her at least, before vocally diverting into a typical Fiona response. “So, you can tell me now or I can find out on my own later---one of those options ends with me kicking your a**, so choose wisely.” A playful undertone in her accent belied the woman’s rather serious ultimatum. Zoa was one of the very, very few people she considered a friend. She wanted him here with her. There was no need for either of them to face this world alone anymore.
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Posted: Fri Oct 20, 2017 5:12 am
Name: Isabella "Bella" Stone
Codename: The Siren
Location:Infirmary
Ability: Audiokinesis
Isabella’s lips quirked upward in a grateful smile when Bree placed her scarf in the sink with cold water and a little bit of hydrogen peroxide. Briefly, she worried that the chemical would strip the color from it, but what would it matter if they didn’t try? She couldn’t walk around wearing a scarf that was covered in rusty old blood. It was good of the team nurse to try. Though, her hopes weren’t high. The scarf had literally been soaked. She was surprised that she hadn’t gotten any on her shirt from clutching her hand to her chest.
The pinky swear that they shared felt perfect in the moment. It might have been childish but the little bit of silliness made her feel better. Bree smiled at her and she smiled prettily back. When the conversation turned to her secrets she kept the worst of it to herself. Some of her past was hard to bear. Bree didn’t deserve to have that kind of burden forced on her. The brunette woman asked if the necklace from Deacon was the cause for her injury and the Siren shook her head quickly. She hadn’t used that particular gift from their team leader at all. Her voice was just too dangerous.
She couldn’t take the chance of hurting her friends. Some damage, as Bree had just pointed out so succinctly, couldn’t be undone. ‘No. That was this.’, she showed the woman the phone again before pointing to the horrendously ugly looking chunky lumpy mental bracelet on her wrist.
‘Deacon got it for me from the raid…I can change it when I hit the right frequency. It’s supposed to be something different. I just don’t know what that is.’
That was the truth. So far, she could turn it into a few different things, including a spiky ball of doom, but that wasn’t any good for anything. Isabella found the fact that Bree hadn’t talked to Deacon since Isis stole their files strange. Confused, the young woman looked at the nurse curiously, hoping that she would make the intuitive leap that Isabella didn’t understand.
She asked Bree hold old she was and her eyes widened significantly when she admitted to being almost fifty. She didn’t think too hard on the mother part. If she had one, she didn’t remember her at all. Teasing, feet swinging just a little bit from feeling mischievous, Isabella typed on her phone short reply. ‘Prove it.’
Fifty? Bree barely looked a day over twenty one.
It was right about then that Deacon arrived and Isabella was totally caught off guard. She blushed tomato red. She’d been too absorbed in the notion of Bree being FIFTY versus paying attention to things outside of the infirmary. Sometimes, all of the craziness became so much white noise, and it was all she could do to keep from becoming overwhelmed by everything she heard.
Isabella kept her eyes pinned to the floor, fearing that if she looked at Deacon, he’d see right through her. Thankfully, Bree was perfect at filling in the blanks. She slowly, slowly started to relax when Deacon continued with the conversation she’d started. She was curious about Deacon from before he’d been frozen. She played the innocent bystander while they talked shop and fiddled with the bracelet on her wrist.
In truth—she needed to get back to the conference room. There was definitely blood there that she wouldn’t be able to explain. Deacon asked Bree what she was studying and Isabella grinned. He could be so silly. Just read the spine! All of it was very, very, obviously medically related. The sound user set to erasing everything she’d been discussing with Bree while they talked over her head and eventually typed something new. The text-to-speech program she used eventually chirped out. “I can do a magic trick!”
The sound user beamed and then held her hands out. At first, nothing happened. And then the metal on her wrist shivered. Her eyes narrowed just a little bit in concentration. A small rumble went through the lab that quickly faded away. She looked sheepish for a second, but that was when the metal melted and moved. It responded to her sonic energy and the liquid flowed from her wrist to her hand. From there, she tossed it back and forth like a slinky.
Very proud of herself it formed a solid, smooth, shiny metal ball that hovered neatly in front of her. The ball hollowed out and she slipped it back over her wrist as it settled back into a chunky ugly bracelet.
She picked up her phone and began to type again.
“Cool, right?”
Except when it put holes in her. But, Deacon didn’t know that.
[OOC: ....]
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Posted: Sat Oct 21, 2017 12:53 am
【 Location: Pool (Frozen) 】 【 Thoughts: .... 】 【 Cryokinetic 】
xxxxx❅xxx❅xxx❅
Aiden merely grinned when Karmen asked him why he was chuckling. His expression was almost boyish and filled with a certain level of charm that couldn’t be avoided. The more suspicious she seemed the more his grin widened. “Nothing. Nothing all.”, he replied after a moment. She was so cute when she walked out. Almost like she thought the frozen pond might eat her. She claimed that there was a first time for everything and the cryokinetic shook his head. “There isn’t a first time for that. I don’t want to lie to you. I don’t need to.”
She turned cherry red when he teased her about breaking her hip. The blonde beauty always took him so seriously. “It’s a logical assumption. If you break your hip you’ll be in bed all the time. And as for the pin striping…You’ll just have to see it when you graduate from bed rest to wheelchair. Maybe I’ll bring you some pictures.”
“If you’re lucky.”, he added on as he moved over frozen pool as if he’d been born to navigate an ice rink. It was a little unfair. All things considered, it was his playing field, not hers. He wouldn’t survive walking through an inferno or whatever sort of heat related activity she picked.
Aiden shadowed her small form as she sat down and proceeded to help her with her skates. She was handling them as if they weren’t incredibly sharp and possibly dangerous without guards. Sometimes, she was completely hopeless. “It will be fine. Trust me.”, he repeated for her sake. He noticed her double socked feet and she immediately went on the defensive. He let her have the argument and merely tucked her small feet securely into her skates. Once the laces were done he realized his mistake. While the pool was completely frozen sold—the tile outside of it was a death trap.
The former officer went with the easiest solution and bent down to pick the bundled up snow bunny up. Even covered in what must have been pounds and pounds of clothing she still barely weighed a thing. Aiden could feel the protest in her body—but he wasn’t trying to breach her space for personal gain. “Relax, K. It’s just the simplest solution.”
Besides. He was fairly certain she’d be clinging to him like a second skin before everything was said and done.
Aiden set his precious cargo down as gently as he could before stepping back. His lips quirked into a grin when he caught her watching. Whether she was curious about his power, or just about him, he could never quite tell. “I know you don’t.”, he responded to her fears, holding his hands out to her, ever patient. “That’s why I’m here.”
She wobbled like a sapling in the wind and he laughed outright when she suddenly surged forward. Her arms wrapped around his middle and he responded in kind. One arm remained tight about her waist while the other wrapped around her shoulder. “Breathe, I’ve got you.” He held her upright until he felt her stabilize somewhat. Even then, he kept her as close as she would allow as long as she needed it. There was something reassuring about having her so close.
When she finally pulled back a little and spoke—he couldn’t help but take her earnest request to heart. His smile was slow, quiet, yet genuine. “I won’t.”
Slowly he began to move and pulled the blonde haired pyrokinetic with him. “First…We’ll practice a little gliding. I’m going to lead you for a little bit so that you can get used to how it feels. After that you’re going to practice marching on the ice. You’ll just have to take two steps and let your body flow forward.”
Aiden moved slowly and his hands eventually slipped to her waist. It allowed her to hold on to his arms and gave him plenty of ways to catch her. “If you need to adjust or want to stand still for minute—just let me know. You can also try swaying the way I do—Even if you don’t lift your feet.”
Not for the first time, Karmen reminded him of a time when his life had been much simpler. Growing up on a vineyard was hard work, even though it wasn’t a traditional farm, he still helped out. Taking care of Karmen in this way something small that he could do for her that wouldn’t land him in the hot seat.
❅xxx❅xxx❅xxxxxxxxxxxxx
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