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 Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2011 11:45 am
Dragon Sneeze liz_bliz_inc Dragon Sneeze liz_bliz_inc After roughly a dozen minutes of almost disturbingly solid silence Zack turned his torso and neck until he was looking at Melody. He opened his mouth and took a small breath, like he was going to say something, but stopped. He looked at here for a moment before turning his attention back to the stones. Suddenly he spoke, "Have you ever actually killed anyone?" His gaze did not shift but it seemed he was listening. Melody tilted her head and decided to humor him. "On accident or on purpose?" Zack sat in silence long enough for Melody's words to sink in, then responded. "Either, whatever happened first." She rolled the words around in her head for a moment considering weather she wanted to answer. After a while she spoke. "Anyone ah did kill thoroughly deserved it. Ah prefer hunting down live targets, but that's not always the case." She held up the small piece and flesh and skull she had pulled out of Zack's head when they first met. "Sometimes people don't respect the insurance ah take out on them. Other times ah have to defend myself. Ah don't actively go out on killing sprees if that's what yur asking." Zack touched the area on his head where he could feel the hollow spot when she mentioned it. "Not that I don't respect the position you have me in," he said with cutting sobriety, "But I don't think you also respect the duality of our situations. I'm not even talking about my friends; just as fast as you could kill me, out here, I could do the same. I don't want to die, but I don't think I ever had the desire to kill you. Killing sprees aren't my thing either. At least, it's not my intention that they be." There was a sadness in the last sentence, which was followed by a similar tone, although now he almost seemed self-contemplative. "So, tell me, did those people behind use deserve what I did to them? Even in self defense, even if I didn't mean to do exactly what I did, was I right in doing something that...monstrous?" Whether or not Melody understood what he was talking about at this point, he continued the previous line of questioning. "How old were you, I don't care how you justify it in retrospect, but, how old were you when you first took a life?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2011 12:09 pm
Dragon Sneeze liz_bliz_inc Dragon Sneeze liz_bliz_inc There was a knock at JJ's office door and his secretary spoke from the other side. "Sir, there are two women here to see you, they said they following a man that they said has been here recently. One of them said....well she said she he scent moved through here, I'm not sure I said that right." J.J. had only gotten there a few minutes before. Having visitors so early in the morning meant one of two things, someone wanted money or someone wanted something other than money. They always wanted something. Why visit the Mayor for any other reason? "Send them in." he replied. "Sir," the secretary said as the door opened and two woman filed in. The lead woman was a rather striking beauty, as if her features had been chiseled into ageless stone by a master artisan rather than natural growth and wear from age. Speaking of age, she looking to be at the peak of her prime, her jet black hair dropped that to just below her shoulders had a luster even in the unnatural light of the indoors and deep turquoise eyes. She wore a dark yellow undershirt and blue denim jeans and jacket. The second was a much more timid looking woman in her choice of clothes, wearing what you might think of a a mix between a starving artist and librarian might wear, though this was accented by a pair of over sized hipster-Esq glasses and a extra wide book she carried under one arm, with a shoulder strapped satchel bag that seemed stuffed rather full. He hair and eyes were a very fair brown, wavy and cut to neck length, her freckles played of her rather soft, round features. Though the woman initially show recognition at the sight of JJ, the second simply waited in the front of his desk while the first paced the edges of his room, followed by his furniture, apparently...sniffing. When she reached the couch on the right see stopped and investigated more systematically before moving back to JJ's desk. "Your cleaning staff are very thorough Mr. Snyder, you should probably pay them more. However I did find a few traces of the one we are looking for, as well as his companion. I believe he would have referred to himself as 'Omen'." Her eyes seemed to pierce like ethereal arrows, "What business did that man have here with you? Is it not to far off to assume it was not good business for you. You are however alive, so it would seem he is not supremely displeased with you." J.J. smiled. "I would not consider being threatened 'business' but yet, the man was here. If I be so rude as to ask who you are? You know who I am, and I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage." "To Omen, almost everything is business," the raven haired woman said. "Rarely does he handle something with that he sees as personal himself. One of the things I actually respect about his behavior, detaching himself from situations where he would be provoked into uses that monolithic power of his for a simple vendetta." Her gaze was now following a small fly crossing her field of vision as she said, "As for who we are, I honestly like to refrain from revealing much to people I don't trust but I suppose you require a little information in exchange for what we need to know." She snatched the fly out of the air as it buzzed to close to her face and flicked it with rather astonishing accuracy into a waste basket a few feet away. "You may call me 'Feral', and my partner here is called 'The Artist'. We are not affiliated with Omen or his gathering 'Providence'; however we are interested in someone we believe he or those who are with him in this area have had a confrontation with, someone we do care about. There is a chance that she has been wounded and or captured by them after fighting one or more of them. We aren't completely sure the order of events however. Tell me, did any of them look injured while they were here?" During this time the other woman had opened her book and seemed to be sketching something, looking up at J.J. every few moments.
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2011 10:02 pm
liz_bliz_inc Dragon Sneeze liz_bliz_inc Dragon Sneeze liz_bliz_inc After roughly a dozen minutes of almost disturbingly solid silence Zack turned his torso and neck until he was looking at Melody. He opened his mouth and took a small breath, like he was going to say something, but stopped. He looked at here for a moment before turning his attention back to the stones. Suddenly he spoke, "Have you ever actually killed anyone?" His gaze did not shift but it seemed he was listening. Melody tilted her head and decided to humor him. "On accident or on purpose?" Zack sat in silence long enough for Melody's words to sink in, then responded. "Either, whatever happened first." She rolled the words around in her head for a moment considering weather she wanted to answer. After a while she spoke. "Anyone ah did kill thoroughly deserved it. Ah prefer hunting down live targets, but that's not always the case." She held up the small piece and flesh and skull she had pulled out of Zack's head when they first met. "Sometimes people don't respect the insurance ah take out on them. Other times ah have to defend myself. Ah don't actively go out on killing sprees if that's what yur asking." Zack touched the area on his head where he could feel the hollow spot when she mentioned it. "Not that I don't respect the position you have me in," he said with cutting sobriety, "But I don't think you also respect the duality of our situations. I'm not even talking about my friends; just as fast as you could kill me, out here, I could do the same. I don't want to die, but I don't think I ever had the desire to kill you. Killing sprees aren't my thing either. At least, it's not my intention that they be." There was a sadness in the last sentence, which was followed by a similar tone, although now he almost seemed self-contemplative. "So, tell me, did those people behind use deserve what I did to them? Even in self defense, even if I didn't mean to do exactly what I did, was I right in doing something that...monstrous?" Whether or not Melody understood what he was talking about at this point, he continued the previous line of questioning. "How old were you, I don't care how you justify it in retrospect, but, how old were you when you first took a life?" With a pensive stare Melody thought the question over. She didn't like the way the conversation was going. Too much about her and not enough about her getting her money. She had tracked this guy all the way up into that floating mountain and over half the country. Then after she finally had him her contacts were being picked off one at a time. It was frustrating. Now she was sure this guy was trying some sort of mind game on her, trying to make her question her motives. Still, his plaintive look stabbed her through the heart. "Young. Right after muh Daddy died." She looked away, away from that stare. "Ah don't care what you did. It's not muh problem."
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2011 10:06 pm
liz_bliz_inc Dragon Sneeze liz_bliz_inc Dragon Sneeze liz_bliz_inc There was a knock at JJ's office door and his secretary spoke from the other side. "Sir, there are two women here to see you, they said they following a man that they said has been here recently. One of them said....well she said she he scent moved through here, I'm not sure I said that right." J.J. had only gotten there a few minutes before. Having visitors so early in the morning meant one of two things, someone wanted money or someone wanted something other than money. They always wanted something. Why visit the Mayor for any other reason? "Send them in." he replied. "Sir," the secretary said as the door opened and two woman filed in. The lead woman was a rather striking beauty, as if her features had been chiseled into ageless stone by a master artisan rather than natural growth and wear from age. Speaking of age, she looking to be at the peak of her prime, her jet black hair dropped that to just below her shoulders had a luster even in the unnatural light of the indoors and deep turquoise eyes. She wore a dark yellow undershirt and blue denim jeans and jacket. The second was a much more timid looking woman in her choice of clothes, wearing what you might think of a a mix between a starving artist and librarian might wear, though this was accented by a pair of over sized hipster-Esq glasses and a extra wide book she carried under one arm, with a shoulder strapped satchel bag that seemed stuffed rather full. He hair and eyes were a very fair brown, wavy and cut to neck length, her freckles played of her rather soft, round features. Though the woman initially show recognition at the sight of JJ, the second simply waited in the front of his desk while the first paced the edges of his room, followed by his furniture, apparently...sniffing. When she reached the couch on the right see stopped and investigated more systematically before moving back to JJ's desk. "Your cleaning staff are very thorough Mr. Snyder, you should probably pay them more. However I did find a few traces of the one we are looking for, as well as his companion. I believe he would have referred to himself as 'Omen'." Her eyes seemed to pierce like ethereal arrows, "What business did that man have here with you? Is it not to far off to assume it was not good business for you. You are however alive, so it would seem he is not supremely displeased with you." J.J. smiled. "I would not consider being threatened 'business' but yet, the man was here. If I be so rude as to ask who you are? You know who I am, and I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage." "To Omen, almost everything is business," the raven haired woman said. "Rarely does he handle something with that he sees as personal himself. One of the things I actually respect about his behavior, detaching himself from situations where he would be provoked into uses that monolithic power of his for a simple vendetta." Her gaze was now following a small fly crossing her field of vision as she said, "As for who we are, I honestly like to refrain from revealing much to people I don't trust but I suppose you require a little information in exchange for what we need to know." She snatched the fly out of the air as it buzzed to close to her face and flicked it with rather astonishing accuracy into a waste basket a few feet away. "You may call me 'Feral', and my partner here is called 'The Artist'. We are not affiliated with Omen or his gathering 'Providence'; however we are interested in someone we believe he or those who are with him in this area have had a confrontation with, someone we do care about. There is a chance that she has been wounded and or captured by them after fighting one or more of them. We aren't completely sure the order of events however. Tell me, did any of them look injured while they were here?" During this time the other woman had opened her book and seemed to be sketching something, looking up at J.J. every few moments. J.J. studied the two closely and his hand drifted to his pocket. Something was vibrating in it, like a cell phone on silent. He took particular interest in the woman drawing. "Other than an arm sling on one of the gentleman they were in tip top shape. Just stayed long enough to get the wrong idea about what I was doing." He looked at the artist woman. "What cha drawing there sugar? I consider myself quite the art connoisseur."
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2011 10:41 pm
Dragon Sneeze liz_bliz_inc Dragon Sneeze liz_bliz_inc Dragon Sneeze liz_bliz_inc After roughly a dozen minutes of almost disturbingly solid silence Zack turned his torso and neck until he was looking at Melody. He opened his mouth and took a small breath, like he was going to say something, but stopped. He looked at here for a moment before turning his attention back to the stones. Suddenly he spoke, "Have you ever actually killed anyone?" His gaze did not shift but it seemed he was listening. Melody tilted her head and decided to humor him. "On accident or on purpose?" Zack sat in silence long enough for Melody's words to sink in, then responded. "Either, whatever happened first." She rolled the words around in her head for a moment considering weather she wanted to answer. After a while she spoke. "Anyone ah did kill thoroughly deserved it. Ah prefer hunting down live targets, but that's not always the case." She held up the small piece and flesh and skull she had pulled out of Zack's head when they first met. "Sometimes people don't respect the insurance ah take out on them. Other times ah have to defend myself. Ah don't actively go out on killing sprees if that's what yur asking." Zack touched the area on his head where he could feel the hollow spot when she mentioned it. "Not that I don't respect the position you have me in," he said with cutting sobriety, "But I don't think you also respect the duality of our situations. I'm not even talking about my friends; just as fast as you could kill me, out here, I could do the same. I don't want to die, but I don't think I ever had the desire to kill you. Killing sprees aren't my thing either. At least, it's not my intention that they be." There was a sadness in the last sentence, which was followed by a similar tone, although now he almost seemed self-contemplative. "So, tell me, did those people behind use deserve what I did to them? Even in self defense, even if I didn't mean to do exactly what I did, was I right in doing something that...monstrous?" Whether or not Melody understood what he was talking about at this point, he continued the previous line of questioning. "How old were you, I don't care how you justify it in retrospect, but, how old were you when you first took a life?" With a pensive stare Melody thought the question over. She didn't like the way the conversation was going. Too much about her and not enough about her getting her money. She had tracked this guy all the way up into that floating mountain and over half the country. Then after she finally had him her contacts were being picked off one at a time. It was frustrating. Now she was sure this guy was trying some sort of mind game on her, trying to make her question her motives. Still, his plaintive look stabbed her through the heart. "Young. Right after muh Daddy died." She looked away, away from that stare. "Ah don't care what you did. It's not muh problem." "Was it quick?" He asked, "I liked to think what I did was quick. Sometimes though...sometimes I think they are still in there somewhere, part of the trees somehow. Forced to be like that until who knows when. I've never done something like that ever since, I tried one other time...only once. Trapping someone in wood is one thing, but those trees are..unique." "I can't barely remember it you know?" Zack said with a waver in his voice. "They'd probably call me repressed you know? All I have are pieces. My parents wanted to get me away from the town, I didn't know why. They had to hid me for a minute, promised they'd be back. I heard noises, there was a crack, then a bang, then arguing, so many voices. I remember being pulled out of the cellar by someone that wasn't my parents and dragged out here. I remember how angry they sounded, but how scared as well. I remember one of them move towards me holding a bat with something dripping off it. He raised it and when he brought it down I shut my eyes and wished for nothing else but for them to go away, When I opened my eyes they were that." He said and pointed to the grove. "They haven't changed in 10 years, no growth, not decay, no bloom, no wither." "Worst of all though," He said, it was clear he was crying, "I can't remember them at all. I remember their faces, their names, but nothing else. I have no idea who my parents were. What kind of son forgets the parents that died for him?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2011 10:55 pm
liz_bliz_inc Dragon Sneeze liz_bliz_inc Dragon Sneeze liz_bliz_inc Zack sat in silence long enough for Melody's words to sink in, then responded. "Either, whatever happened first." She rolled the words around in her head for a moment considering weather she wanted to answer. After a while she spoke. "Anyone ah did kill thoroughly deserved it. Ah prefer hunting down live targets, but that's not always the case." She held up the small piece and flesh and skull she had pulled out of Zack's head when they first met. "Sometimes people don't respect the insurance ah take out on them. Other times ah have to defend myself. Ah don't actively go out on killing sprees if that's what yur asking." Zack touched the area on his head where he could feel the hollow spot when she mentioned it. "Not that I don't respect the position you have me in," he said with cutting sobriety, "But I don't think you also respect the duality of our situations. I'm not even talking about my friends; just as fast as you could kill me, out here, I could do the same. I don't want to die, but I don't think I ever had the desire to kill you. Killing sprees aren't my thing either. At least, it's not my intention that they be." There was a sadness in the last sentence, which was followed by a similar tone, although now he almost seemed self-contemplative. "So, tell me, did those people behind use deserve what I did to them? Even in self defense, even if I didn't mean to do exactly what I did, was I right in doing something that...monstrous?" Whether or not Melody understood what he was talking about at this point, he continued the previous line of questioning. "How old were you, I don't care how you justify it in retrospect, but, how old were you when you first took a life?" With a pensive stare Melody thought the question over. She didn't like the way the conversation was going. Too much about her and not enough about her getting her money. She had tracked this guy all the way up into that floating mountain and over half the country. Then after she finally had him her contacts were being picked off one at a time. It was frustrating. Now she was sure this guy was trying some sort of mind game on her, trying to make her question her motives. Still, his plaintive look stabbed her through the heart. "Young. Right after muh Daddy died." She looked away, away from that stare. "Ah don't care what you did. It's not muh problem." "Was it quick?" He asked, "I liked to think what I did was quick. Sometimes though...sometimes I think they are still in there somewhere, part of the trees somehow. Forced to be like that until who knows when. I've never done something like that ever since, I tried one other time...only once. Trapping someone in wood is one thing, but those trees are..unique." "I can't barely remember it you know?" Zack said with a waver in his voice. "They'd probably call me repressed you know? All I have are pieces. My parents wanted to get me away from the town, I didn't know why. They had to hid me for a minute, promised they'd be back. I heard noises, there was a crack, then a bang, then arguing, so many voices. I remember being pulled out of the cellar by someone that wasn't my parents and dragged out here. I remember how angry they sounded, but how scared as well. I remember one of them move towards me holding a bat with something dripping off it. He raised it and when he brought it down I shut my eyes and wished for nothing else but for them to go away, When I opened my eyes they were that." He said and pointed to the grove. "They haven't changed in 10 years, no growth, not decay, no bloom, no wither." "Worst of all though," He said, it was clear he was crying, "I can't remember them at all. I remember their faces, their names, but nothing else. I have no idea who my parents were. What kind of son forgets the parents that died for him?" Melody felt herself wavering from his speech. He was tearing his heart out for her. She remembered her father, his screams when he was dragged behind the horse, the laughter of the Lowe Gang. Her tears. She sniffed, they were flowing again. When was the last time she cried? She couldn't remember. She stole a look at the boy, and some where deep inside her, some where carnal was filled with rage at some one who couldn't even remember his own parents? "How...can.." She had no words. The ache of regret flowed through her.
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2011 11:00 pm
Danny slowly opened his eyes. His vision was swimming, his optical nerves were still reforming. He was kind of glad he had ripped out his brain too, he didn't want to feel his heart digging its way back into his chest like a wounded animal. A dull ache around his eye socket proved that his grey matter had a much easier entry. He sat up and shook his head as the final specks in his vision faded away.
"I've got to work on my speaking skills. That wasn't pleasant."
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2011 11:04 pm
Dragon Sneeze liz_bliz_inc Dragon Sneeze liz_bliz_inc Dragon Sneeze liz_bliz_inc There was a knock at JJ's office door and his secretary spoke from the other side. "Sir, there are two women here to see you, they said they following a man that they said has been here recently. One of them said....well she said she he scent moved through here, I'm not sure I said that right." J.J. had only gotten there a few minutes before. Having visitors so early in the morning meant one of two things, someone wanted money or someone wanted something other than money. They always wanted something. Why visit the Mayor for any other reason? "Send them in." he replied. "Sir," the secretary said as the door opened and two woman filed in. The lead woman was a rather striking beauty, as if her features had been chiseled into ageless stone by a master artisan rather than natural growth and wear from age. Speaking of age, she looking to be at the peak of her prime, her jet black hair dropped that to just below her shoulders had a luster even in the unnatural light of the indoors and deep turquoise eyes. She wore a dark yellow undershirt and blue denim jeans and jacket. The second was a much more timid looking woman in her choice of clothes, wearing what you might think of a a mix between a starving artist and librarian might wear, though this was accented by a pair of over sized hipster-Esq glasses and a extra wide book she carried under one arm, with a shoulder strapped satchel bag that seemed stuffed rather full. He hair and eyes were a very fair brown, wavy and cut to neck length, her freckles played of her rather soft, round features. Though the woman initially show recognition at the sight of JJ, the second simply waited in the front of his desk while the first paced the edges of his room, followed by his furniture, apparently...sniffing. When she reached the couch on the right see stopped and investigated more systematically before moving back to JJ's desk. "Your cleaning staff are very thorough Mr. Snyder, you should probably pay them more. However I did find a few traces of the one we are looking for, as well as his companion. I believe he would have referred to himself as 'Omen'." Her eyes seemed to pierce like ethereal arrows, "What business did that man have here with you? Is it not to far off to assume it was not good business for you. You are however alive, so it would seem he is not supremely displeased with you." J.J. smiled. "I would not consider being threatened 'business' but yet, the man was here. If I be so rude as to ask who you are? You know who I am, and I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage." "To Omen, almost everything is business," the raven haired woman said. "Rarely does he handle something with that he sees as personal himself. One of the things I actually respect about his behavior, detaching himself from situations where he would be provoked into uses that monolithic power of his for a simple vendetta." Her gaze was now following a small fly crossing her field of vision as she said, "As for who we are, I honestly like to refrain from revealing much to people I don't trust but I suppose you require a little information in exchange for what we need to know." She snatched the fly out of the air as it buzzed to close to her face and flicked it with rather astonishing accuracy into a waste basket a few feet away. "You may call me 'Feral', and my partner here is called 'The Artist'. We are not affiliated with Omen or his gathering 'Providence'; however we are interested in someone we believe he or those who are with him in this area have had a confrontation with, someone we do care about. There is a chance that she has been wounded and or captured by them after fighting one or more of them. We aren't completely sure the order of events however. Tell me, did any of them look injured while they were here?" During this time the other woman had opened her book and seemed to be sketching something, looking up at J.J. every few moments. J.J. studied the two closely and his hand drifted to his pocket. Something was vibrating in it, like a cell phone on silent. He took particular interest in the woman drawing. "Other than an arm sling on one of the gentleman they were in tip top shape. Just stayed long enough to get the wrong idea about what I was doing." He looked at the artist woman. "What cha drawing there sugar? I consider myself quite the art connoisseur." "You," Artist said without stopping. "I read about you. I always make art of people we need to watch." "Oh, I doubt Omen was mistaken. Whether or not we act on the same principles I never underestimate a potential foe or discount his strengths. He is one of the smartest people of his generation, whatever he saw you for, it was what you are." Feral paused thoughtfully as he gaze seemed to drift knowingly down where JJ's pocket was, but continued fluidly. "If someone injured Vector, it's because they got the drop on him. And hit him faster than he thought they would, he knows how fast things move intuitively, but if something moves faster than it should for what it is, he has to see it do so the at least once before he can perfect his timing, and his timing has to be perfect to do the sort of damage he is known for. Necropotence could do both of those things. However if all she got out of her first hit was disabling his arm it was probably a glancing blow, after that it would be his advantage and she wouldn't get away unscathed."
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2011 11:11 pm
liz_bliz_inc Dragon Sneeze liz_bliz_inc Dragon Sneeze liz_bliz_inc "Sir," the secretary said as the door opened and two woman filed in. The lead woman was a rather striking beauty, as if her features had been chiseled into ageless stone by a master artisan rather than natural growth and wear from age. Speaking of age, she looking to be at the peak of her prime, her jet black hair dropped that to just below her shoulders had a luster even in the unnatural light of the indoors and deep turquoise eyes. She wore a dark yellow undershirt and blue denim jeans and jacket. The second was a much more timid looking woman in her choice of clothes, wearing what you might think of a a mix between a starving artist and librarian might wear, though this was accented by a pair of over sized hipster-Esq glasses and a extra wide book she carried under one arm, with a shoulder strapped satchel bag that seemed stuffed rather full. He hair and eyes were a very fair brown, wavy and cut to neck length, her freckles played of her rather soft, round features. Though the woman initially show recognition at the sight of JJ, the second simply waited in the front of his desk while the first paced the edges of his room, followed by his furniture, apparently...sniffing. When she reached the couch on the right see stopped and investigated more systematically before moving back to JJ's desk. "Your cleaning staff are very thorough Mr. Snyder, you should probably pay them more. However I did find a few traces of the one we are looking for, as well as his companion. I believe he would have referred to himself as 'Omen'." Her eyes seemed to pierce like ethereal arrows, "What business did that man have here with you? Is it not to far off to assume it was not good business for you. You are however alive, so it would seem he is not supremely displeased with you." J.J. smiled. "I would not consider being threatened 'business' but yet, the man was here. If I be so rude as to ask who you are? You know who I am, and I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage." "To Omen, almost everything is business," the raven haired woman said. "Rarely does he handle something with that he sees as personal himself. One of the things I actually respect about his behavior, detaching himself from situations where he would be provoked into uses that monolithic power of his for a simple vendetta." Her gaze was now following a small fly crossing her field of vision as she said, "As for who we are, I honestly like to refrain from revealing much to people I don't trust but I suppose you require a little information in exchange for what we need to know." She snatched the fly out of the air as it buzzed to close to her face and flicked it with rather astonishing accuracy into a waste basket a few feet away. "You may call me 'Feral', and my partner here is called 'The Artist'. We are not affiliated with Omen or his gathering 'Providence'; however we are interested in someone we believe he or those who are with him in this area have had a confrontation with, someone we do care about. There is a chance that she has been wounded and or captured by them after fighting one or more of them. We aren't completely sure the order of events however. Tell me, did any of them look injured while they were here?" During this time the other woman had opened her book and seemed to be sketching something, looking up at J.J. every few moments. J.J. studied the two closely and his hand drifted to his pocket. Something was vibrating in it, like a cell phone on silent. He took particular interest in the woman drawing. "Other than an arm sling on one of the gentleman they were in tip top shape. Just stayed long enough to get the wrong idea about what I was doing." He looked at the artist woman. "What cha drawing there sugar? I consider myself quite the art connoisseur." "You," Artist said without stopping. "I read about you. I always make art of people we need to watch." "Oh, I doubt Omen was mistaken. Whether or not we act on the same principles I never underestimate a potential foe or discount his strengths. He is one of the smartest people of his generation, whatever he saw you for, it was what you are." Feral paused thoughtfully as he gaze seemed to drift knowingly down where JJ's pocket was, but continued fluidly. "If someone injured Vector, it's because they got the drop on him. And hit him faster than he thought they would, he knows how fast things move intuitively, but if something moves faster than it should for what it is, he has to see it do so the at least once before he can perfect his timing, and his timing has to be perfect to do the sort of damage he is known for. Necropotence could do both of those things. However if all she got out of her first hit was disabling his arm it was probably a glancing blow, after that it would be his advantage and she wouldn't get away unscathed." He gave hist most winning smile to the artist. "Make it extra dashing darling." He turned to Feral and shrugged. "I don't know where your lost comrade is and I'm not sure just what everyone is so interested about my office. If you'd like I can direct you to the local police so you can fill out a missing person report." His hand was fully in his pocket now, and he was gripping some object. "I'd be more than happy to help you two with all of my power. Anything I can do to help." The secretary buzzed in and reported that his 10:00 had just arrived. He sighed. "My work is never done."
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2011 11:15 pm
Dragon Sneeze Danny slowly opened his eyes. His vision was swimming, his optical nerves were still reforming. He was kind of glad he had ripped out his brain too, he didn't want to feel his heart digging its way back into his chest like a wounded animal. A dull ache around his eye socket proved that his grey matter had a much easier entry. He sat up and shook his head as the final specks in his vision faded away. "I've got to work on my speaking skills. That wasn't pleasant." A few minutes after Danny have completely reformed there was a crumbling sound and a great flare of yellow energy as Liz, followed closely by Reaper, exited the newly carved tunnel exit. They emerged only a few dozen feet from Danny, within visible range.
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2011 11:36 pm
Dragon Sneeze liz_bliz_inc Dragon Sneeze liz_bliz_inc Dragon Sneeze liz_bliz_inc "Sir," the secretary said as the door opened and two woman filed in. The lead woman was a rather striking beauty, as if her features had been chiseled into ageless stone by a master artisan rather than natural growth and wear from age. Speaking of age, she looking to be at the peak of her prime, her jet black hair dropped that to just below her shoulders had a luster even in the unnatural light of the indoors and deep turquoise eyes. She wore a dark yellow undershirt and blue denim jeans and jacket. The second was a much more timid looking woman in her choice of clothes, wearing what you might think of a a mix between a starving artist and librarian might wear, though this was accented by a pair of over sized hipster-Esq glasses and a extra wide book she carried under one arm, with a shoulder strapped satchel bag that seemed stuffed rather full. He hair and eyes were a very fair brown, wavy and cut to neck length, her freckles played of her rather soft, round features. Though the woman initially show recognition at the sight of JJ, the second simply waited in the front of his desk while the first paced the edges of his room, followed by his furniture, apparently...sniffing. When she reached the couch on the right see stopped and investigated more systematically before moving back to JJ's desk. "Your cleaning staff are very thorough Mr. Snyder, you should probably pay them more. However I did find a few traces of the one we are looking for, as well as his companion. I believe he would have referred to himself as 'Omen'." Her eyes seemed to pierce like ethereal arrows, "What business did that man have here with you? Is it not to far off to assume it was not good business for you. You are however alive, so it would seem he is not supremely displeased with you." J.J. smiled. "I would not consider being threatened 'business' but yet, the man was here. If I be so rude as to ask who you are? You know who I am, and I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage." "To Omen, almost everything is business," the raven haired woman said. "Rarely does he handle something with that he sees as personal himself. One of the things I actually respect about his behavior, detaching himself from situations where he would be provoked into uses that monolithic power of his for a simple vendetta." Her gaze was now following a small fly crossing her field of vision as she said, "As for who we are, I honestly like to refrain from revealing much to people I don't trust but I suppose you require a little information in exchange for what we need to know." She snatched the fly out of the air as it buzzed to close to her face and flicked it with rather astonishing accuracy into a waste basket a few feet away. "You may call me 'Feral', and my partner here is called 'The Artist'. We are not affiliated with Omen or his gathering 'Providence'; however we are interested in someone we believe he or those who are with him in this area have had a confrontation with, someone we do care about. There is a chance that she has been wounded and or captured by them after fighting one or more of them. We aren't completely sure the order of events however. Tell me, did any of them look injured while they were here?" During this time the other woman had opened her book and seemed to be sketching something, looking up at J.J. every few moments. J.J. studied the two closely and his hand drifted to his pocket. Something was vibrating in it, like a cell phone on silent. He took particular interest in the woman drawing. "Other than an arm sling on one of the gentleman they were in tip top shape. Just stayed long enough to get the wrong idea about what I was doing." He looked at the artist woman. "What cha drawing there sugar? I consider myself quite the art connoisseur." "You," Artist said without stopping. "I read about you. I always make art of people we need to watch." "Oh, I doubt Omen was mistaken. Whether or not we act on the same principles I never underestimate a potential foe or discount his strengths. He is one of the smartest people of his generation, whatever he saw you for, it was what you are." Feral paused thoughtfully as he gaze seemed to drift knowingly down where JJ's pocket was, but continued fluidly. "If someone injured Vector, it's because they got the drop on him. And hit him faster than he thought they would, he knows how fast things move intuitively, but if something moves faster than it should for what it is, he has to see it do so the at least once before he can perfect his timing, and his timing has to be perfect to do the sort of damage he is known for. Necropotence could do both of those things. However if all she got out of her first hit was disabling his arm it was probably a glancing blow, after that it would be his advantage and she wouldn't get away unscathed." He gave hist most winning smile to the artist. "Make it extra dashing darling." He turned to Feral and shrugged. "I don't know where your lost comrade is and I'm not sure just what everyone is so interested about my office. If you'd like I can direct you to the local police so you can fill out a missing person report." His hand was fully in his pocket now, and he was gripping some object. "I'd be more than happy to help you two with all of my power. Anything I can do to help." The secretary buzzed in and reported that his 10:00 had just arrived. He sighed. "My work is never done." "No, no," Feral said, shaking her head. "This off police radar. We will keep following Omen's trail and see where it leads." "I'm done," Artist said as she stored her pen and flipped the book so that JJ could see it. The drawing looked more like a painting, a painting that was so lifelike JJ could have barely notice he wasn't looking in a mirror if it weren't for the swirling ink in the background, the faint tell tales of pastels and the fact that it...well it moved, mimicking his smile. "She's very gifted don't you think?" Feral said with a coy smile. "But I wouldn't look into it. In fact, I wouldn't look into either of us. You won't find anything we don't want people to know; which is nothing. We weren't here, we didn't talk. I'm sure you will check anyway, but our aliases will gain you limited information at the most, nothing of importance and only things prior to our associating with each other. As far as anyone else is concern, you just met with two representatives for women in the arts. I suggest you use that story as well, anything about two women who don't exist and you might sound crazy." Feral stood and walked out. Artist gave a sly wink as she closed he book and followed close behind. The door closed, leaving JJ with himself and and echo for company.
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2011 11:42 pm
liz_bliz_inc "No, no," Feral said, shaking her head. "This off police radar. We will keep following Omen's trail and see where it leads." "I'm done," Artist said as she stored her pen and flipped the book so that JJ could see it. The drawing looked more like a painting, a painting that was so lifelike JJ could have barely notice he wasn't looking in a mirror if it weren't for the swirling ink in the background, the faint tell tales of pastels and the fact that it...well it moved, mimicking his smile. "She's very gifted don't you think?" Feral said with a coy smile. "But I wouldn't look into it. In fact, I wouldn't look into either of us. You won't find anything we don't want people to know; which is nothing. We weren't here, we didn't talk. I'm sure you will check anyway, but our aliases will gain you limited information at the most, nothing of importance and only things prior to our associating with each other. As far as anyone else is concern, you just met with two representatives for women in the arts. I suggest you use that story as well, anything about two women who don't exist and you might sound crazy." Feral stood and walked out. Artist gave a sly wink as she closed he book and followed close behind. The door closed, leaving JJ with himself and and echo for company. After they were gone Ed stepped in, his usual grim self. J.J. gave him a lopsided smile and shrugged. "I'm kinda sick of meeting people who don't exist. I take it our FBI friend is here?" Ed nodded and J.J. rubbed his hands together. "Great. Show him in. We have a lot to talk about."
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2011 2:14 pm
Unlike the rest, Rei had taken the long way around, but then again, she was moving just under the speed barrier. The mountain range extended a bit further than she had anticipated but eventually the land began to level out enough that she could run instead of climb. Once on the other side she doubled back, the pivots from each of her turns at high speeds throwing up fountains of dirt. She had arrived back where she started, but on the opposite side of the mountain a few minutes ahead of even Zack and Melody reached the other side. She waited for a few moments before she realized she recognized where she was from this side of the mountain face.
"No," said said, scanning the landscape, "why would they come here?" She pondered for a moment before a hole in the rock opened a few feet from her. She decided not to opt for confrontation immediately and took off in the direction she knew they would be going. She reached the town in a few seconds and found a spot from one of the abandoned buildings that she could see people entering the town without being noticed and took out a locator beacon and clicked it on. This is our last chance, we can't let it slip by.
She watched in silent tension as Zack and Melody walked through the town and quietly maneuvered around the edge of town while keeping and eye on them as they moved towards a particular farm. Rei knew what farm that was, she had been here before, so had most of X-Nation. They had all been back to each of the 5's homes before they were taken by Eden shortly after they had been rescued, before they decided it was safer for them to stay hidden.
When they stopped in the the back of Zack's home's plot Rei continued to move closer until she could hear them talking. By the time Zack started crying for his lost family she could barely stop the tears herself. Oh Zack, why did you never tell any of us?. When her gaze shifted to Melody though she gritted her teeth and her turned to stone.
A split second later she was behind Melody, her presence announced by a short burst of wind before she spoke. "You should let him go," Rei said with an edge in her tone. "If you hurt him..." Her hands went to the handles at her back.
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2011 10:13 pm
liz_bliz_inc Unlike the rest, Rei had taken the long way around, but then again, she was moving just under the speed barrier. The mountain range extended a bit further than she had anticipated but eventually the land began to level out enough that she could run instead of climb. Once on the other side she doubled back, the pivots from each of her turns at high speeds throwing up fountains of dirt. She had arrived back where she started, but on the opposite side of the mountain a few minutes ahead of even Zack and Melody reached the other side. She waited for a few moments before she realized she recognized where she was from this side of the mountain face. "No," said said, scanning the landscape, "why would they come here?" She pondered for a moment before a hole in the rock opened a few feet from her. She decided not to opt for confrontation immediately and took off in the direction she knew they would be going. She reached the town in a few seconds and found a spot from one of the abandoned buildings that she could see people entering the town without being noticed and took out a locator beacon and clicked it on. This is our last chance, we can't let it slip by.She watched in silent tension as Zack and Melody walked through the town and quietly maneuvered around the edge of town while keeping and eye on them as they moved towards a particular farm. Rei knew what farm that was, she had been here before, so had most of X-Nation. They had all been back to each of the 5's homes before they were taken by Eden shortly after they had been rescued, before they decided it was safer for them to stay hidden. When they stopped in the the back of Zack's home's plot Rei continued to move closer until she could hear them talking. By the time Zack started crying for his lost family she could barely stop the tears herself. Oh Zack, why did you never tell any of us?. When her gaze shifted to Melody though she gritted her teeth and her turned to stone. A split second later she was behind Melody, her presence announced by a short burst of wind before she spoke. "You should let him go," Rei said with an edge in her tone. "If you hurt him..." Her hands went to the handles at her back. Melody dropped to the ground and swept her leg behind her trying to trip up the speaker behind her. Upon not scoring on her target, she rolled away and peered at the girl. "Ah won't hurt him if I want to get paid. Same reason ahm not lettin him go."
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2011 10:25 pm
Dragon Sneeze liz_bliz_inc Unlike the rest, Rei had taken the long way around, but then again, she was moving just under the speed barrier. The mountain range extended a bit further than she had anticipated but eventually the land began to level out enough that she could run instead of climb. Once on the other side she doubled back, the pivots from each of her turns at high speeds throwing up fountains of dirt. She had arrived back where she started, but on the opposite side of the mountain a few minutes ahead of even Zack and Melody reached the other side. She waited for a few moments before she realized she recognized where she was from this side of the mountain face. "No," said said, scanning the landscape, "why would they come here?" She pondered for a moment before a hole in the rock opened a few feet from her. She decided not to opt for confrontation immediately and took off in the direction she knew they would be going. She reached the town in a few seconds and found a spot from one of the abandoned buildings that she could see people entering the town without being noticed and took out a locator beacon and clicked it on. This is our last chance, we can't let it slip by.She watched in silent tension as Zack and Melody walked through the town and quietly maneuvered around the edge of town while keeping and eye on them as they moved towards a particular farm. Rei knew what farm that was, she had been here before, so had most of X-Nation. They had all been back to each of the 5's homes before they were taken by Eden shortly after they had been rescued, before they decided it was safer for them to stay hidden. When they stopped in the the back of Zack's home's plot Rei continued to move closer until she could hear them talking. By the time Zack started crying for his lost family she could barely stop the tears herself. Oh Zack, why did you never tell any of us?. When her gaze shifted to Melody though she gritted her teeth and her turned to stone. A split second later she was behind Melody, her presence announced by a short burst of wind before she spoke. "You should let him go," Rei said with an edge in her tone. "If you hurt him..." Her hands went to the handles at her back. Melody dropped to the ground and swept her leg behind her trying to trip up the speaker behind her. Upon not scoring on her target, she rolled away and peered at the girl. "Ah won't hurt him if I want to get paid. Same reason ahm not lettin him go." "I...we won't let you hand him over," Rei said, as she crouched into a ready position, leaning to show her side and thus a smaller target to Melody. Her hands stayed on the handles on her back. She seemed to think for a moment before saying, "How much are they paying you?"
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