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 Posted: Tue Feb 26, 2013 5:39 pm
  Billie was adequately frozen. A new universe? It couldn't be... As soon as the words were spoken, both from Katya and Boris, Billie's gauntlet lowered, and she looked away from her adversary. "No... No, no, it... It can't be, this... Parallel universes... Th-those're for Richards, n-not me... Not us..." Her head shook, trying to process what she was hearing. "Bridget, scan for any energy signatures that match the one we arrived with! Now!" Screens and blips began to manifest within her helmet, showing worldwide maps and readouts from technology she didn't even both identifying. "No..." She let out quietly.
"There are no other energy signatures reading the same frequency as the one you and Miss Vanko have arrived in, Miss Stark... I am sorry."
Billie took a somewhat staggered step back. "M-mom, and... Dad, and A.J. and... And Tanya, they're... I mean--I'm a-away from... No, I... I can't--" With both hands, she took hold of the sides of her helmet, and began shaking her head. "I c-can't, I don't--I.. I n-need them, I can't..." Even without the open comm, and her rampant stuttering, anyone watching would be able to tell there was something seriously wrong in the head of the girl in powered armor.Current Mood/Thoughts: "This can't... C-can't be happening..."
Current Location: The street...
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Posted: Tue Feb 26, 2013 5:50 pm
Katya, for her part, was watching Billie have her little breakdown. She couldn't really say she had anyone back home that she missed... Really, she had never known her mother, her b*****d of a father was dead, the people at ReaperCorp probably wouldn't miss her... She had nothing to get upset about.
But seeing Billie, someone she had been molded to hate since childhood, break down like this stirred something within Katya. Something she wasn't really sure about. She just stood, watching for a few more moments as Boris gave her readouts on her HUD about Billie's state at the moment.
"Stark," she said finally. "Chour crying does not help zhis situation."
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Posted: Tue Feb 26, 2013 6:58 pm
Not turning her head to face Katya, it seemed Billie couldn't even hear the Russian's words. Her thoughts spun, her head did likewise. She was a hermit! She lived in her tower! With her friends, and her family, and her comfort... It was all she had. All she had ever had. And now it was gone... She was away from it, and she didn't know how or why. "I d-don't... I c-can't..." Backing up again, she stumbled, nearing a building, and fell on her backside. Instead of trying to stand back up, Billie hugged her knees.
"I n-need them, I need them, I need them..." Billie muttered, holding back tears in her eyes as she rocked back and forth. "M-mom... I c-can't do an-anything--I n-need mom..." It was obvious, from her actions and her words, that she was in desperate need of assistance. The drawbacks of living a life in a tower... All she knew was the inside. Current Mood/Thoughts: "I wanna go home, I wanna go home, I wanna go home..."
Current Location: Near a building, on the street, in the fetal position.
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Posted: Tue Feb 26, 2013 7:06 pm
With a frustrated sigh, Katya moved over to the fetal-positioned Billie and, without another word, lifted her still-armored hand and smacked the younger woman's helmet hard enough to send Billie's head in that direction, though the built-in shock dampeners would make sure Billie suffered no ill effects apart from slight dizziness and a noticeable ringing in her ears.
"Get ahold of chourself. Chou think zhat by sitting here and crying, chou do anything to help chour situation?" she spat. "Straighten up, so zhat chou no longer make a fool of chourself."
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Posted: Wed Feb 27, 2013 5:40 am
Billie stopped. Her eyes went wide under her helmet, and her head stayed in the same position it was left in after Katya's slap to the face. Still in the fetal position, but she was no longer muttering incoherently to herself. She turned her head slowly, her helmet opening as she met eyes with the woman who stood before her.
"D-did..." Billie tried to start, lifting a hand to the side of her face. "Did you... Did you just slap me...?" In all her life, she'd never been exposed to anything like that... Never been treated like that. Her mind was in utter shock, with nothing but uncertainty inside of it.Current Mood/Thoughts: "..."
Current Location: Near a building, on the street, in the fetal position.
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Posted: Wed Feb 27, 2013 5:52 am
"Da. And it felt damned good too," Katya replied, throwing in the Russian word simply because she felt like it. "Now, you will shut up and you will stand."
Without waiting for a response, Katya forcibly stood Billie up and had her own faceplate move upwards, revealing her delicate features and stunning gray eyes; her face was stern and rather agitated as she looked to the younger woman.
"I do not know how or why we were brought here, Stark, but rest assured, I will not be one to just sit around crying like a baby, and you look disgraceful doing it," she spat, before turning around and preparing to launch herself upwards.
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Posted: Fri Mar 01, 2013 1:20 pm
Utterly speechless, and without any sort of idea how to react to the words Katya was throwing at her, nor the behavior she was exhibiting, Billie reacted pure off impulse. As Katya prepared for flight once more, the young billionairess grabbed her arm tightly, keeping her in place. "W-Wait...!" She managed out, turning the Russian's armored body to face her own. The expression she wore was pitiful. Like that of a child who'd recently been told that mommy and daddy weren't coming home anymore. Tears were barely restrained.
"K-Katya, please, I... I... I just want to go home..." Her voice was equally pitiful. "I can't... I can't do that... by myself... I can't be alone..." Reflexively, her armored hand tightened a bit on Katya's likewise armored upper-arm. "Please... I need your help... If we're ever gonna get home, I... need your help..." Her mind battered her; there was no way Vanko would help her! They'd tried destroying each other on more than one occasion, after all. Billie had no idea why she was asking... Her hope was all but gone.Current Mood/Thoughts: "I... can't believe I need... help..."
Current Location: Near a building, on the street.
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Posted: Wed Mar 20, 2013 2:40 pm
ENTER from New York: Hit Girl, Big Daddy, & Yuriko
Having drove well out of the way from the docks, Hit Girl felt a little safer to stop the truck they had escaped in. She pulled up to an old abandoned parking lot, then stopped the truck.
"Alright." she said as she unbuckled herself and opened the door. "We should be safe to get out here."
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Elmira of Elkwood Captain
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Posted: Sat Mar 23, 2013 2:48 pm
Lady Deathstrike and Big Daddy emerged from the service truck just after Hit Girl. Yuriko smiled, while Damon glowered at the assassin. The Japanese cyborg simply arched a slender eyebrow at the dark vigilante's glare, "You do realize that you should take it easy. Stress don't go anyone any good."
Damon Macready was direct and to the point, "What are you doing and how are you involved?"
Yuriko simply shrugs, "Actually, your daughter called me. I owed her for protecting me earlier, and I believe in repaying debts...," the Japanese noblewoman turned her attention toward Hit Girl, "And you were absolutely magnificent out there. I'd say your father here trained you very well. If you both need some work, I could easily set you up with a couple of jobs."
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Posted: Sun Mar 24, 2013 1:19 pm
"Thanks..." Hit Girl replied quetly. "We probably will need some money again soon, I'd appreciate it. But... we should probably lay low for a while. He's not going to be happy if that bomb went off." she said.
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Elmira of Elkwood Captain
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Posted: Sun Mar 24, 2013 1:31 pm
Yuriko gave Hit-Girl a polite bow, "If you wish to avoid a mess here in New York, you could always try your hand in Gotham. Otherwise, if you two prefer to simply lay low, we do have each others cellphone number."
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Posted: Mon Mar 25, 2013 11:28 am
Hit Girl looked back at Yuriko and nodded. "I, uh... think it would be best to lay low for a little while anyway." she replied. She wasn't willing to do anything in a city where frick'en Batman patrolled the streets. Could she say Spider Man would be any better though? "Thanks for your help. I'm glad you came."
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Elmira of Elkwood Captain
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Posted: Wed Mar 27, 2013 10:23 am
Yuriko Oyama gave Hit-Girl a wistful smile, giving a slight nod with her head, "Anytime. Until we meet again and happy hunting." With that, Lady Deathstrike walked away from the pair of vigilantes and turned the corner.
When he was certain that Lady Deathstrike was gone, Damon Macready relaxed slightly. Casting a tired gaze at his daughter, Big Daddy whispered, "It's good to see you again, Honey Bunny. Let's go to Bunker Charlie and catch up."
......................
After taking some time to walk a distance away and out of sight of Big Daddy and Hit-Girl, the Japanese cyborg took a little time to get caught up on the news via her cyberlink... And stopped walking, when she reviewed particular news from Gotham. Sapphire Spider and this 'C.J.' aka 'Mr. Hawaiian Shirt' escaped in the Batmobile and have apparently 'gone to ground.'
As if they can hide from me.... Since I have 'his' name, I'll see what I can pull up.... Yuriko thought to herself, then used her cyberlinks to pull up all of the 'C. J. Benoit's on all databases. Deathstrike seemed to meld into a shadow. After a few minutes, Yuriko got match on a circus performer by that name... and what circus he was associated with. Then Lady Deathstrike chuckled whispering under her breath, "Cameron James Benoit .... Now that I know who you are and who your friends are, this should be child's play."
With that statement, Lady Deathstrike activated the HYDRA teleport ring to take her back to Gotham near the rail-yard where a particular circus was still in the process of disembarking and camping nearby.
[Exit Lady Deathstrike to Surrounding Area of Gotham]
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Posted: Sat Aug 31, 2013 4:11 pm
Alex
Location: Streets.
Company: Alone.
Status: Bored.
OOC: Now that a bigger project is coming to a close,
I'm going to start re-introducing some characters that
I had pulled from the RP due to lack of member activity.
This will not be the same Alex you are used to seeing. Alex stood in the opening of an alley along the surprisingly quiet streets of New York City. Her long dark brown hair fell around the black leather jacket that she wore. An image of a wolf leaping out of flames was sewn into the back of the jacket. The shirt she wore under the jacket was dark red, and a black fishnet top hung over it. Her jeans were torn and scuffed, and the bottom of them was tucked tightly into the black leather boots that she wore. She couldn't quite remember how she'd gotten here, but that wasn't much of a surprise. Her little habits had a habit of making her black out. What was odd was that she felt as though there should be a lot more of an explanation. Something other than she had simply blacked out. Like.... there was a LOT she should remember right now. But... it just wasn't quite there. She stood there for another long moment, then gently shrugged her shoulders. She'd probably remember it if she walked around for a bit. So she kicked a bit of trash out from in front of her, and began walking down the street. Adon
Location: Streets.
Company: Alone.
Status: Trying not to panic.
OOC: Meh... I've felt like playing around with
this character again for a while now.
The young boy stood in the middle of the street. His black eyes wide and darting back and forth across the street. This... this wasn't right. This wasn't right at all. Edel had... what had happened? He couldn't remember most of it. Edel had been taking them all back to the relic in her back room. She was about to send them back when... something happened. Someone did something. It grabbed her, and... and explosion? Energy? Something. It got James and him too. Oh no... James. Where was James? What happened to his brother? This was bad. His Dad was going to be upset with him for this. He needed to find his brother. He needed to find his way home. He needed to make sure that this was NOT the past still. He was in danger if it was. A lot of danger. With the aura of panic still lingering over him, Adon hurried down the street. Maybe his brother wasn't too far off. Maybe he'd find a paper with a date on it. Maybe he'd even run into his dad or another hero here.
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Elmira of Elkwood Captain
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Posted: Sat Nov 02, 2013 1:03 am
< Jenova Dra'Vaako > As the VTOL touched down, Jenova listened to the familiar sound of weapons being checked and readied for combat. Once the airship settled, the Mongrels moved out and began clearing the surrounding area and setting up her perimeter. They finished in two minutes, three minutes before her deadline. As her mongrels reported the all clear, Jenova pulled out a cell phone equipped with encryption tech. She pressed a button and the phone started dialing. When it answered, the woman spoke with a soft, gentle voice.
"Arell, my little spy. The area is secure for the meet. ETA on your arrival?" Short and brief, that's how Jenova always spoke over the phone. No matter how good her encryption was, there was always someone who could hack the system. She waited for his response.
"Good. Call this number when you are fifteen hundred meters out. Bravo Team will meet you at the Rendezvous and bring you too me. Whatever you have on I.O. better be worth this risk." Click. She ended the call within twenty seconds and returned to sit on the edge of the bird's open bay. She pulled up the hood on her trench coat and settled to wiat for the younger Mercenary to call back.
Carried Weapons:
○ Nightingale Energy Pistols: Dual advanced energy pistols powered by hydrogen power cells. They have three settings; safe, stun, kill.
○ Tactical Hogleg Shotgun: Small, compact, lever-action shotgun that fires twelve-gauge sabot rounds. Carries five rounds in the tube, one in the chamber.
○ Falcon S77 Tactical .45's: Jenova's favored handgun, the Falcon S77 Tactical .45 caliber pistol. She regularly carries at least two of these handguns plus about ten extra doublestack magazines for each. The doublestack magazines carry twelve rounds each, plus one in the chamber. Both are able to be equipped with laser guides and sound suppressors, which Jenova carries in an equipment pouch.
○ Machete: Jenova carries a rugged, dependable machete for those up close and personal times.
Mongrel Soldiers-Jenova's Mongrel look like so, with slight modifications from Mongrel to Mongrel.
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