[center][h3][b]Bladedancer[/b] and [color=yellow]Magna Carta[/color][/h3][/center]

[hider=Talk about a red flag]
Bladedancer and Magna Carta were on the prowl again, roaming around the city at night a few blocks away from each other with what amounted to small walkie talkies to keep in touch with each other. The whole thing was very strange for Bladedancer, she wasn't used to trying to do this at all, let alone with someone else. It didn't help that the two of them seemed to have vastly different philosophies on this whole crime fighting thing, though that had been pretty apparent as soon as Magna Carta had killed someone in that warehouse. Bladedancer has been hoping that was a one time revenge thing, but somehow it felt like it had just escalated things. She was jolted out of her thoughts by a crackling of her walkie, [color=yellow]"I ran into trouble."[/color]

Bladedancer's heart skipped a beat, though whether out of fear or excitement, she couldn't say for sure. "I'm on my way." She said and immediately sprinted through an alleyway, jumping a fence and crossing a small street to find Magna Carta standing in an alleyway that was almost literally painted with blood. "W-w-what happened?" Bladedancer asked in shock, resisting the urge to vomit, staggering backwards and leaning against a wall. She immediately recoiled from it upon realizing that there was blood there too, closing her eyes and taking deep breaths.

Magna Carta had a cruel grin on, thankfully hidden behind a strip of cloth. [color=yellow]"Well they tried attacking me and one of them had some sort of fire power, so I had to defend myself. Guess they picked the wrong victim."[/color]

Bladedancer managed to open her eyes and look at Magna Carta with a bit of unease that had nothing to do with the nausea in her stomach. "Did you have to kill all of them like that though?"

Magna Carta frowned and looked at Bladedancer with disgust. [color=yellow]"What the hell do you mean. You think I should've let them just kill me? Huh? You thin-"[/color] Her speech suddenly stopped and she looked away, seemingly ashamed of herself now. [color=yellow]"No, no, I'm sorry, I didn't mean that, please don't hate me."[/color] She said passively, her voice dropping away, the last words almost said fearfully.

Bladedancer was confused but haltingly took a step forward to get closer to her partner in an attempt to comfort her, even if Bladedancer felt that she herself was more in need of comforting. "No, its fine really, its fine. Just, next time try to call before trouble comes and maybe if you can, take them down a little less lethally. Ok?" 

[color=yellow]"Ok"[/color]
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[hider=Maybe It Wasn't So Bad]
Things had seemed to calm down after that night, Alice had been very withdrawn, seemingly just trying to avoid doing anything that could make Everissa angry at her. Everissa was a bit confused but was attempting to be as supportive as possible. They were just returning from a trip to the grocery store when they heard a faint yelp echo out of an alleyway. A glance was shared between them and they quickly moved in that direction.

They found a teenage girl being pushed against a wall by a thuggish looking man that couldn't have been younger than thirty. Guessing by the smell and the bottle he had in his had, he was drunk. Everissa could feel Alice trembling in anger beside her and squeezed her hand. "Let me handle it." She whispered and set down the bag of groceries, stepping forward. "HEY CREEP, why don't you find somewhere else to drink." Everissa said aggressively, stepping forward and taking out a butterfly knife with one hand, casually flipping it around in one hand as she continued stepping forward. In her hands the knife was a blur of motion, rarely pausing and seemingly jumped around like it was barely even solid.

The drunk man took a look at her, looking her up and down for more than one reason and then his eyes flicked to the knife, a glimmer of fear in his eyes matching the glimmer of steel in her hand. He took a step back and Everissa pressed her physcological advantage, "SCRAM!" she shouted and the blade seemed to leap forward for a moment as if she had thrown it before flipping around back into her hand. Not that the man saw that, he'd flinched back and ran as soon as he thought he was in danger, not looking back. Everissa was satisfied she'd scared him off with no harm done and turned to his would be victim. "Are you ok?" The girl nodded and ran past Everissa out into the more populated places of the city. Everissa let out a sigh of relief and turned back around to grab her grocery bags, "See, and no one had to die, let's get going again." Alice nodded wordlessly and followed her. But there was an ugly look in Alice's eyes.
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[hider=Clash of Conscience]
Everissa shook her head. "It doesn't matter if they're criminals or not, you shouldn't kill people unless you have to."

Akuce was clearly fruterated, [color=yellow]"Don't you understand? Every time you let someone go or leave them tied up you give them the chance to keep ruining people's lives, even if the cops get them they'll just break out or get out on parole, if they even get hard time at all. You can't rust the justice system to do anything!"[/color]

"We still can't kill people, I refuse to be as bad as the people I'm trying to stop."

[color=yellow]"You already are!"[/color] Alice was pratically screaming at this point. [color=yellow]"Or did you forget the part where you murdering someone started your crusade?"[/color]

Everissa was inevitabvly getting heated as well, [color=yellow]"That was a-"[/color] Her voice caught in her throat. Fuck. Alice was right. [color=yellow]"It was... I was wrong then. I made a mistake. I'm allowed to learn from my mistakes aren't I? Besides, if I hadn't started my 'crusade', you'd be dead!"[/color] Everissa said, striking back.

Alice took a step back as though the words had been a strike to the face, hurt and disbelief openly flashing across her face, as easy to read as a street sign and Everissa immediately regretted her words. "I mean, it's just..." Well she was right wasn't she?

Alice was tightlipped with fury now and simply turned: leaving the small apartment, not even bothering to slam the door behind her. Everissa stared after her feeling dismall. Well, she had really gone and done it now.
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[hider=A One Sided Deal]
Alice was gone for a few days before she finally came back. It was around noon, all she said when she came back was, [color=yellow]"I'll cook dinner."[/color] Everissa wasn't sure how to respond, but Alice didn't seem like she'd be taking no for an answer. The air seemed tense for the rest of the day and Everissa was unsure how to get rid of. Dinner rolled around, it was just heated up chicken really. It did taste kind of funny but it wasn't really th-

Everissa's eyes suddenly flickered open, but the darkness didn't go away, it just changed in hue. She could feel that she was on some sort of wheeled thingie. What. What the fuck!? Everissa desperately tried to recall what had happened last. She remembered Alice coming home, sitting down to eat... Fuck. Had she the food gone bad or something? Was she headed to a morgue? Was she being kidnapped? Everissa heard voices discussing something above her but the bag made it hard for her to hear.

Then she heard a sickening [I]thunk[/I], then screams of pain followed by gunfire. A weapon. She had a knife in her pocket. Everissa struggled within the confines of the bag to reach her pocket knife and quickly cut herself free from the confines of the bag and escaped. She found herself on a trolley of some sort. But more importantly, she could already see one dead person on the side she'd rolled out from. Desperate to get some understanding of what was going on Everissa's head swiveled to take in the situation as she lay on the ground, hopefully avoiding attention.

What she found was Magna Carta darting around, various objects flying away from her to impale the remaining three out of the original 5, guessing by the two corpses. Everissa wasn't sure what was going on, but she knew that the gunmen were trying to kill Magna Carta. So Everissa quickly got behind one and put her knife to his throat and began pulling him away.

"Struggle and I'll kill you." She hissed in his ear. In that time Magna Carta took care of the last two, somehow avoiding all the pistol shots that came her way. Everissa wasn't exactly pleased with more dead people but this certainly was a do or die situation, though she wasn't quite sure how she'd gotten into it. 

"Magna, are you al-" Huh? Everissa blinked rapidly from her position on the ground. What? Why did it feel like she had icicles in her stomach. Cold was spreading throughout her. She looked down at her stomach to find there were holes in it. The man that she'd dropped somehow was next to her too, with matching holes. Finally Everissa looked at Magna Carta, full of confusion. "Wha…" Magna Carta waltzed over with a sad look on her face and patted Everissa's face consolingly.

[color=yellow]"I'm sorry, I just... Couldn't trust you."[/color] She said mournfully and walked away. [color=yellow]"But at least you were good bait."[/color] And just like that, Everissa was left to die with nothing but the cold ground and the wet, bloody, breathing of the man next to her for comfort.

"I hope.[sub]..[/sub] [sub]she'll be okay.[/sub]"

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[hider=A Face Change]

Alice sat in Everissa's aparatment. Her apartment now really. She doubted any questions would be asked, if they were she could take everything of value and just move somewhere else. She [I]was[/I] sad that she'd had to kill her. But Everissa had been trying to control her. Trying to change her. Alice just couldn't trust her. So she'd had to get rid of her. Oh well, at least she'd been good bait for the trap she'd set for the Community. 

Alice fiddled with the mask Everissa had gotten her. Magna Carta. She still didn't know why Everissa had chosen that name. She didn't even know what it meant really. And every time she thought of it she thought of Everissa's face. The betrayal Alice had seen in her eyes. As though Alice had been the one in the wrong. Alice let the mask fall the ground and stood, her feet crushing it with painful deliberation. She couldn't use that name anymore.  

Lodestone. That would be the name that haunted the Community and Lethal Force. She would hunt them and be like a law of nature unto them, impossible to deny or escape from. And eventually, she would ensure they all [I]died[/I].
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