[center][h2][color=00ff59]Nora[/color][/h2][/center]
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She stood, the stool tipping a bit as she did so. The bartender set the drink in front of her, and she told him to keep it ready for when the business concluded. Walking to the stairs, she took them at a measured pace, peering around the cramped space. It had been made almost cozy, the small space being taken advantage of fully. An attractive, yet dangerous man sat behind the desk. Attentive, and dressed better still than what she assumed to be his employees in the lower floor. Wary he watched her entrance, as Visage moved to stand in front of him. [b]”I'm here to speak with Purge. I assume you're one of his employees?"[/b] She said, her tone respectful, yet still tight. A no-nonsense tone, that she hoped he'd be able to relate to. She mirrored his arm movements, keeping them at her side with full confidence.

"Very direct, miss," Benito replied with an easy smile. "I'm afraid I'm not familiar, and I might have missed your name. Introductions are always preferred."

Holding out his hand, he continued, "Benito's the name, Benito Buceli, the pleasure is all mine."

Visage took note of his response, smiling slyly under her mask. She had tried to establish control of the conversation, trying to lead in this dance, but he had slipped the lead. [b]"I didn't realize you were that high up in the organization, my sincere apologies. You can call me Visage, and I'm just acting as a messenger right now."[/b] She said, her voice conveying an honest apology.  Her eye stayed on his as she shook his hand firmly.

Benito flashed a charming smile, gesturing for her to take a seat in the relatively comfy looking seat across the desk from him. Once both parties were seated, he opened his hands in a welcoming way. "I am the direct line up, if I may be so bold. I decide if a cause is worthy of attention, or if it is a waste of precious time. So, my dear, please pass along this message of yours so that I can help the both of us."

Sat gracefully, Visage considered the man across from her. She saw no harm in informing him, though there would of course be a caveat. [b]"If I relay this message, and you deem it in the boss's interest, it can be assumed I can relay the message to him myself?"[/b] She asked, learning forward so as to entice him with more than just the offer. Her voice was sultry, a contrast lay between the tone and the words. Her eyes were curious things, watching his whole form with interest.

"Given the nature of yourself, yes. Parahuman contacts are.... Priority, generally speaking," he replied as he leaned back in his chair. "This is the system we have in place, a system that works. And I only even tell you as much because my gut tells me this is going to be good."

Visage relaxed too, seeming comfortable with this arrangement. [b]"I've been sent by the Rockers as an ambassador of sorts. I'm here to extend an olive branch, and help set the stage for an alliance between our two organizations."[/b] She said, her voice friendly now.

Benito nodded slightly, thinking. "I feel that would be worthy to talk about. But there's a slight catch..."

He tapped the desk with a finger before continuing. "The Rockers have a reputation of being... Less than perfect, shall we say, in looking to not sound insulting for no reason. With all due respect to you and yours, I would suggest you aim to impress." Here the man paused, frowning slightly. "Given the [I]special[/I] nature concerned, I feel confident in letting you take your proposal to Purge directly. Say, tomorrow? I do suggest bringing any information of note with you. A friendly suggestion."

The villain did not react at all to the insult, and nodded when he noted that they should aim to impress. [b]”Tomorrow will work fine. Would you like to meet here, or do you have another location in mind?"[/b] She asked, looking like she was ready to leave.

"Across town there's a bank called 'Denver Banking, Inc' with a crisp sign saying as much. Several stories tall. Tell the front desk Mr. Benito sent you and you'll be taken care of," he replied without hesitation. "I wish you the best of luck, Visage."

With that he stood up and walked around the desk to offer his hand again. "It was a pleasure."

As Visage stood, she repeated the instructions in her head a couple times. Shaking his head, she kept eye contact. At the back of her head, her power nudged her on. It constantly reminded her whenever she could make a node that she should. [b]”It was nice meeting you too, I adore the thought of seeing you again.”[/b] She said, moving to leave with lithe steps. Taking the stairs at the same measured pace, she walked back to the bar. The bartender had heard her approaching, and went to retrieve her drink. She lay payment on the table, retrieved from her back pocket, before picking up the drink and moving a few steps from the counter. She slipped her mask up, downing the burning liquid quickly, before letting her mask fall back down. Turning, she set the glass back on the counter, and left the establishment.
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[center][h2][color=ec008c]Epsilon:[/color]
[color=gray]The Misery of Multiplication[/color][/h2]
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Iron filled her throat, choking her, The smell had finally reached her, and now it was fight between the iron pushing down her throat, and the bile pushing up. Ira's eyes burned, the tears collecting on the goggle-like frames of her mask. A crisp voice cut through the noise, finally someone speaking a language she could understand. Decoy. He was sticking to his guns, defending his decision in a roundabout way. If her teammates hesitated in killing the clone-the people. If they didn't fight with full intention of winning, they would die. 

After this though, did they deserve it? Was it okay to kill civilians who were mind controlled to save your own skin? It wasn't their fault, they were given a command from Martyr. She remembered that from their talk. The name; Martyr. Oh god. She reached up to pull her mask off, and was pulled suddenly by the soldier accompanying her. The sudden lurch tore a burning sob from her lips, the tears splattering against the hard concrete. Gunshots kept splitting the air, making her flinch. [i]"My mask isn't in my hands anymore,"[/i] the thought passed quickly, fleeting and forgotten soon after. She kept moving forward after Reynolds stopped, before the wall fell apart. Blinking, she pushed past some kid, and breathed air that wasn't suffocatingly stale. In English she said to her live transmitter [color=#3068FF][b]"What the fuck Decoy?"[/b][/color]