[center][b][h1]Jocelyn Victoria Beatrice Harmon AKA Tonic[/h1][/b][/center]
[center][hider=Jocelyn][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/7285acb5-3916-4377-a6e1-a21597a529b6.jpg[/img][/hider][/center][hr][h2][center]Location: Boston[/center][/h2][hr][center][h3] Interaction: [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4674386]Finnlay MacTyre[/url] [@sly13][/h3][/center][hr][u]May 6th, 2012[/u]
I started up my bike as he drove away. Wondering where I would sleep or if I would at his place would be the problem. That was going to keep me up for a little bit. At least till my head hit the pillow at home. It was not much to look at but the grounds were massive. I did not have a neighbor for at least a mile. I paid dearly for that piece of land and it was a sanctuary for me. Thankfully my obsession was locked in the basement and no one but I had the key.

Genetics and I have had an on again off again relationship. In my youth it definitely hated me and was out to kill me, as much as a subject could try to kill an unwitting student. I was almost laughable how easy it was to acquire old technology and even new once you branched into the medical field. My stint as a genetic researcher helped and I stayed unnoticed by the professors and leaders in the field. I was out to get information not cure cancer. As noble a quest that is, that was not why I was there. Buying the equipment I tested my cells over and over to see if there was a way to leech out the poison in my system.

That was what was in a side room in my basement. Lab equipment. It looked like a scientist lived there and the room was not on the blueprints for the house. It looked like an old door to a root cellar but that was just the first door. It was five point biometrically coded to me so that I have to be alive to open the door. Courtesy of black market Stark material. I have connections. I ask they get. In turn I do not ask. I was getting really tired of the cloak and dagger bullshit. I spent most of my life running from people who abused me or the people who absorbed the people who abused me. I was ready to come out of the shadows and live my life.

I pulled up to the house only to see that apparently I was not as careful as I thought I was. Windows were broken in my front door was wide open and I could hear what sounded like fighting inside. I circled around back quietly. If no one had taken the rapier from the back hallway it was still there.

My back door was wide open and I could hear clearly that there was a pitched battle going on upstairs. Great. I moved quickly and quietly down the back hallway reaching for the rapier that...was not there. Well that's just my luck. Fine off come the gloves. It had been a while since I would had to use any of the martial arts that I knew but I practiced daily so I was pretty confident that I could hold my own.

As I shed my gloves and putting them in my jacket pocket which I also divest myself of placing it in the hallway. I hear and loud thud from the front of the house. I hope that's not my antique Louis XIV end table. I will be so pissed if it is. 

I creep up to see Lenora being held up by some guy in a mask. She's clawing at his hand, arm anywhere because he's choking her. I wince as he stabs her in the thigh. Yeah that has to hurt I think as she cries out. And just as I ready myself to launch a flying kick at him I see something under Lenora's hand. His arm turns blue and there is an explosion. I manage to dodge most of the flying shrapnel but am missing my jacket as a few pieces come in contact with my arms that I threw over my face in reflex.

I pull the pieces out my healing factor making it almost instant that the wounds are not apparent anymore. Although it does not stop the pain. That freaking hurt. I look back over and watch as he turns and round houses Lenora in the head and she goes down hard. He bends down to grab her and I quickly take off my helmet and viciously aim for his head. The helmet clips him in the side of his head right on the ear. 

I am moving from where I was when I threw the helmet within the space of a heartbeat. Something about him seems familiar. I will analyse it later. He shakes it off and looks down the hallway and sees me out the corner of his mask. He turns on me like a viper his left arm apparently robotic and that's what exploded. “And Jocelyn Victoria Beatrice Harmon, the missing Weapon X Project. Mister Sinister would love to see you he's been looking for you. He misses you. Has your picture and everything. Come quietly and I [i]might[/i] even spare your friends. Well except her. She failed. She knows the price of failure.”

[color=pink] “Not till Hell freezes over. Then I might consider it. If you know who I am then you know that if I touch you or you touch me, you die. I will not be healing you so I believe I have the upper hand here. Leave and I will not kill you. Stay...and you put your life in my hands. I am done running.”[/color]

“I'll take my chances.” He lunges at me and I realise my mistake. He's pretty well covered except for the forehead and scalp.