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Uná O'Brian

Confusion took over. Things snapped in and out of reality. Screams of the dying. Strains of Requiem by Mozart. All coming to a cacophony of sound.

Uná swayed as the sprinklers kicked in. She saw Heidi talking but heard nothing but the din of noise already within her. Heidi was trailed by little floating orbs that pulsed in time to the music. Uná blinked and they were morphing into imps. She swallowed nervously and started looking for a way out. She looked over at the window that looked out over the main room and squinted. Was that fire? Maybe that's why the sprinklers are going off.

Looking back she braced her hands over her ears as The Rooster blared in her head and she looked at Frost, aka Lex, as he lit the zippo under his chin to talk to Heidi. As he did so he appeared to Uná as a macabre version of himself. The imps made of light laughed maniacally and headed for him. As they reached him they disappeared into Frost.

There was movement in the dark corner and as Uná strained to see into it the darkness seemed to take on a life of its own. It rose with a chattering noise to the ceiling. Red eyes turned on her and a dry chatter clacked from it, like a laugh.

Uná's heart pounded like it would burst from her chest. Her breathing turned panicked and she hyperventilated as she passed out the room changed subtly. She could no longer be seen. She'd wrapped illusions around herself.

@Silver Carrot@RedVII@Pilatus
Uná O’Brian


Location: Nocturne

Interaction: Lex @Marrok & Ayel @Dezuel

Mentions: Ghost Rider @Pilatus

The sound of gunfire could be heard through the walls. Muffled thumps and groans filled the air, making Uná wince, pulling Frost’s attention away from her and making her stomach turn. "They're here." Frost stated with too much excitement.

Oh shit I’m in trouble…

Frost gripped one of his two pistols, the other still secure in its holster, while fetching his phone with his free hand and dialing. He held the phone to his ear with his shoulder while his hands worked at the gun, dropping the magazine to get a bullet count before sliding it back in and chambering the first round. "Hey, we've got a breach," he said plainly to whoever was on the other end. "Send the cavalry." There wasn't much discussion from the other person, or he didn’t wait for a response. He just quickly disconnected the call and pocketed the phone. He looked back to Uná once more. “Judgement Day. Am I going to get shot in the front by whoever the hell is being loud out there, or am I going to get stabbed in the back by the woman whose life I saved?" He didn't wait for the answer. He simply turned around, putting her behind him, and faced the entry door to the office. His grip on the firearm tightened.

Rude!!! Uná glared at his back. I have no intention of killing anyone. I just hope that no one else gets hurt...

Just then, the door was violently ejected from the room itself with a loud crack, the hinges splintering off and flying across the way. Uná was staring at a fair haired slender man. The air around him seemed to be moving in an odd, yet subtle way like looking through a mirage. "I just fixed that fucking door..." Frost mumbled under his breath.

I don’t know this person!!! Uná stayed at Frost back. I have no intention of killing anyone. I just hope that no one else gets hurt...

"I've come for the girl Uná," the stranger declared. "Her friends want her back. Release her or I shall release you from your wretched excuse of a vessel. Either you step down, or I will put you down..."

What? Is this punked or something? Who talks like that? Wait he sounds like an 80’s movie...maybe he’s from the country? No cable? Maybe? Blast From The Past movie I guess could have happened to someone? Uná still didn’t trust this guy. I have no intention of going anywhere with anyone whom I don't know. Not that I really know Frost here...Ugh I want Nikolai.

"Do you know where you are? What you're even doing here?" Frost questioned the guy.

Tact over force. No surprise there. The dude just blew in the door. I’d make the same call.

"She's no prisoner, but you are an intrud-" Frost paused a moment. "'I am one of you, you not alone. We are the chosen ones.' That was you." Frost holstered his gun and flicked the tip of his nose with his thumb before extending a hand out to the conference table surrounded by chairs. "We should talk."

WHAT!?!?!? Oh hell no...this is bad all the way around. I’m not staying here nor am I leaving with that maniac!!! From here on out he is Blast Dude. Uná flashed a look over to Blast Dude as Frost said who he was. Then her eyes widened as she took in the information that Frost said that he heard the guy. What did I do to deserve all this?!? Was I Stalin in another life?

"Just like this door, you seem quite unhinged. This place? Nocturne. I am a hunter, and you are the hart of the operation. Jumping all the day to your deer den, thinking it will keep you safe from the purging fire raging outside." Blast Dude gave a slight smirk, as he gradually moved into the room, floating forwards slowly through the air. He attempted to circle his way around the room, puting one of the walls to his back.

Yeah unhinged, takes one to know one. Uná stayed face impassive as she took in the information that guy was letting drop. Now I have sift through prose to wonder what he is talking about? There is a bang head here sign in this place right? I need one. Uná looked around half listening.

"I think you do know what I am doing here…” Uná spaced and missed some of what was said at the sound of her name from Blast Dude she payed more attention. “Uná here is nay a prisoner, then you are surely not to stop her from accompanying me are you?"

Blast Dude knows my name, can talk to people in their minds… yeah this just got officially creeptastic...NOT GOING ANYWHERE WITH CREEPER!!!!

"Your odd skin and appearance, ever questioned it? You... you were not born, you were in fact created. A clone. A weapon for humankind. Perhaps even a defect one, in their insane dream of progress they didn't care if they should, only that they've could. With memories that are not even your own. Your sole purpose in this world is following the path someone else have set you upon. Do you even know whom? Does it anger you? It should. But your anger is misplaced." Blast Dude said in a matter of fact kind of voice.

Arrogance much? I guess he’s never seen an albino. It’s like looking at my hair and saying I’m a witch. And to say he was created. Who does he think he is?!? There is no way that any of my friends would put up with anyone saying something like that to anyone.

"A man without past nor future, at least if you are going to continue about that way. There will ultimately be nay bridges left for you to burn, and nay revenge nor truth which can ease your suffering. But even you desire the truth, don't you? Nay matter how grim it be."

Between the two of them I want to go back and not leave... ever… Although Frost did have a point what if we are being manipulated… Uná’s mouth twisted for a moment and she took a step to the side more completely behind Frost.

"As to whom I am. I am Beacon. I offered my body and soul to the cause of the oppressed, I'd hate to add yours to the offering, but if you'd try stop me leaving with Uná, then I have little choice in the matter. Come here will you, Uná?"

Uná took a step to the side to be seen and crossed her arms. She heard something... a motorbike? Cole has a bike maybe it was him? It’s a really nice bike. I still need to get him to take me out on it. Just around the campus once. Oh no what if it was him? Could he take these two? What if he’s walking into a trap?!?!? STOP!! You don’t even know if it is him. Time to face the music…Throwing a fit might help stall so people can get here. Or possibly distract them so that Cole can me… maybe… Far fetched… I’m not hoping that really is Cole.

Uná looked Blast Dude, aka Beacon, in the eyes. “Not only no but Hell No. I have no idea who you are. No one I know is with you from what I can tell. I’ll take my chances here with Frost who by the way has a condition and is albino not a clone or created. He was born!! And it’s pretty flipping arrogant to come in here and call him defective and assume things about him!!! I can’t even begin to wonder where you got your information or do you just assume that everyone might be a clone? How’s that working for you? Dollars to donuts it hasn’t panned out yet. So the answer is an unequivocal no. I go nowhere with you.”

Uná turned toward Frost. “Don’t you get me started on how I’m staying here. You are the lesser of two evils right now Frost. I don’t want to talk to either of you right now.” She looked between the both of them. “You can leave me here and go before my friends get here and I will be fine. I have complete faith in Demo. He’ll find me.” Her eyes widened as she realized that announced preferential treatment and that might be a bad thing to put him in front of Frost.

Oh my god...what did I just do? Please don’t notice… Please don’t notice…
Jocelyn Yvonne St Claire.

Joss or Lynn.

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Joss is tall and lithe but not without curves (36-22-36). She has freckles. She is most often seen in skin tight leggings, graphic tees, crop tops, boots or tennis shoes.

Atmokinetic or weather manipulation. Joss can sense, create, shape and manipulate weather, i.e. the meteorological patterns, creating rain, wind, hail, lightning, snow, sleet, fog and temperature changes. This includes the ability to generate various natural phenomena or control the intensity of the weather in highly concentrated (inside room) or vastly extended (continental) areas. There are four main factors of Weather manipulation:

Air Manipulation - for wind and related effects.
Electricity Manipulation - lightning in all variations.
Thermal Manipulation - make it cold or hot.
Water Manipulation - rain, snow, fog etc.

Joss' power is emotion-based, and therefore it becomes unstable if she gets emotional. At present she is not able to control the weather after she cause the effects to manifest, she is able to use the effects but not cancel them as of yet. She can use effects present already but as of yet is unable to cancel them.

Joss is a teenager and hormones are wonky. Her perception of life is skewed as with all teenagers. She has a temper problem and mood swings for her result in weather changes. She loses it if you threaten her friends and family. She also has an overdeveloped sense of justice and any perceived slight to justice, her or a stranger, gets her temper going.

Joss is a little town country girl from Pilot Grove, MO. Her family owned a farm and she joked that she was probably related to half the town. It was a sleepy little town that really only had a corner store a church and a pool. She was the oldest of four with two brothers behind her, two years and four years younger, and a sister seven years younger than her. Her powers manifested at the age of thirteen when one of the boys in her class wouldn't leave her alone. For weeks he had teased her about her hair, being the only redhead for generations she got a lot of attention, and she'd had enough. After school walking home he finally got under her skin. He knocked her brother over and the sky darkened as she vented her rage verbally. Lightning struck a nearby old silo and the kids scattered. This incident was followed by more. She was pulled out of school when one incident of a microburst blew in windows and she was yet again in a rage. She was recommended to take a martial art and she chose Tai Chi due to the movements. Unfortunately things did not get better. Joss' parents looked into what would help their daughter and they decided to enroll her.

Tai chi (taiji), short for T'ai chi ch'üan, or Taijiquan (pinyin: tàijíquán; 太极拳), is an internal Chinese martial art practiced for both its defense training and its health benefits. The term taiji refers to a philosophy of the forces of yin and yang, related to the moves. Though originally conceived as a martial art, it is also typically practiced for a variety of other personal reasons: competitive wrestling in the format of pushing hands (tui shou), demonstration competitions and achieving greater longevity. As a result, a multitude of training forms exist, both traditional and modern, which correspond to those aims with differing emphasis. Some training forms of tàijíquán are especially known for being practiced with relatively slow movements.

Chamomile tea
Very interested.

Location: Kingston, Jamaica

Interaction: Joel @Pilatus

Mentions: NPCs

Siobhan sat back and watched Joel be his smooth self. He winked at her and she grinned and blew him a kiss as the press started rapid firing off their questions Joel first of course. The man couldn’t help it if he was magnetic. He had an innate presence behind a camera that was as good as a movie stars.

As she listened to his blatant lie she smiled winningly as he looked out at her then the reporter. She knew how often he thought about being in that winner’s circle and how competition made him come alive. Not to mention the fact that racing was an extension of him just like her art was.

Her breath hitched as the question that she was very thorough in reading and rereading that contract and lining out what Joel could and couldn’t say. His answer was perfect and she remembered to breathe grinning. Grinning like a love sick fool. Siobhan turns down the wattage in the grin a bit.

The questions rolled on and the conference was at an end. They released everyone and Siobhan waited patiently for Joel to come to her. She didn’t have a whole lot planned just spending some time at the beach. She knew that if they went to the Bob Marley Museum they’d want to take their time. Likewise with the Botanical Gardens or the trails in the Blue Mountains, famous for their waterfalls and coffee.

They went up to the ensuite. She managed not to laugh at the stunned expression that she could imagine was on her face last night when they found out, well when she found out at least, that there was only one bed.

She had stumbled in exhausted but bubbly at the prospect of sleeping in a room across from Joel. “At least I was aware of your superhuman abilities of drinking everyone under the table.” She’d swayed on her heels. She really hadn’t had that much to drink but she hadn’t gotten much sleep. Reaching out she steadied herself on Joel’s arm. Looking up she realized he was grinning. “What I’m not drunk. I’m nice and tipsy but exhausted as well. But Finn… you did a number on him and left an enormous path of destruction in your wake.”

She took off the heels and sighed as her toes sank into the really nice rug that was right at the door. Looking around she noticed the couches and chairs were plush and a clever sand color. She smiled and walked over to them running a hand along the back of one she looked up at the line of curtains it was facing. Moving over she pushed them aside and was greeted with a beautiful skyline of Kingston.

Her breath caught and she pushed the curtains to the side, the whole wall was a massive bay window unbroken and absolutely gorgeous. The inky night twinkled with streetlights and lights on buildings. Farther out the houses tucked into hills shone like stars. This drew the eyes up to the sky where the real stars glittered like diamonds on black velvet. “Oh it’s...perfect.”

Siobhan turned and saw Joel smiling and she went over and kissed him softly. She turned in his embrace and looked out at Kingston and sighed happily. She looked at the rest of the room...there was only one door. “Wait… is there only one bedroom?” Her pulse thundered.

“Seems that way. I’m sleeping in the bed. I’m too tired so don’t get to frisky or I’ll make you sleep on the sofa.” Joel said as he tapped her on the ass. The smack was a shock to her system and she laughed.

Siobhan gave him a mock glare and moved to the bedroom. “Right now is not the time.” She yawned. “Tempting as you are I have a date with Morphous. Just don’t expect me to not cuddle. That is asking too much.”

The door of the ensuite shut and Siobhan turned to Joel and smirked.I don’t think about being the first American in the racing scene for rally… I call bullshit. Competition is your lifeblood. That is afterall why I’m here, you like the fact that I can give as good as I get. So I was thinking we could take a stroll and relax a little on the beach. We don’t really have enough time to check out the Bob Marley Museum or Botanical Gardens. Not to mention the Blue Mountains which are famous for their coffee. Those we can see later. For now some reggae on the beach sounds amazing.”

Siobhan looked down at her watch. They had a few hours till he needed to be back. She smiled at him and swinging her hips blowing a kiss over her shoulder she walked into the bedroom. Where they hadn’t done anything but sleep. Waking up seeing his hair mussed was very intimate and made something in her melt. She retrieved her swimsuit, bikini really. It was yellow, green and orange in a creative blend fading into one another. It was risky but Siobhan had brought sunscreen so she shouldn’t burn. She moved into the bathroom to put on the bikini and smooth on sunscreen where she could reach.

Walking out of the bedroom she carried over the bottle of sunscreen and smirked. Turning around she moved her hair out of the way exposing her back to Joel. “Can you get my back please?” She asks innocently.
Kaylee Everose

Location: Avalon

Interaction: Coleman St John @Pilatus; Elijah; Nathan & Nik@webboysurf

Mentions: Cleo @Damo021 & Aya @c3p-0h

Kaylee touched Cole on the back as she got off the bike spotting Elijah in the crowd. Kaylee cut Elijah a look that would make anyone cringe and he appropriately gave her the satisfaction to know that the look was working.

Making her way over to Elijah she pointed at the door of the club behind him. Most of the people had vacated the premise already. Kaylee knew that she need to get the kids out of there and as she got to Elijah held out her hand knowing the punk had drove here. “I’m not in the mood to hear it. Inside now unless you have some pertinent information that needs to be said.”

“Nocturne. I heard Aya say that before she reached out and grabbed the thing and collapsed. And I don’t have the keys Nathan does he wasn’t drinking.”

Kaylee nodded as she walked past him and into Avalon. Or would have but Drake came out with Aya in his arms and was that Jasper Phoenix? Yes it was had a car pull up and they got in. Looking at the both of them Kaylee raised an eyebrow. “Right. Who’s car is this? I’m going inside to round the rest of you up and when I get back out you’d better still be here. If not you will wish you had.”

Nathan had a blood sword out and was gripping it tightly. Nik was on his rear on the ground. Looking around quickly she saw Cleo in a pile of rubble limp. She had two students that were unconscious and others that looked like they were roughed up and one missing. Wait where was Heidi?

Excellent. Ashford was going to have her hide. His prodigy was missing and one of the most brilliant minds in the country was also missing. This night was looking worse and worse by the second.

Kaylee looked at Nathan. “Put it up Nathan and go get Cleo. Toss me the keys to Elijah’s car. Someone fill me in.”
Okay so as we wind down this night this will end Issue I. I will be starting up Issue II so we can transfer characters over there and I will be able to nom-nom my Co GMs. But we aren't done yet just giving y'all a time table and a heads up.

Massive thanks to all of you!!! I love writing with all of you.
~ Morning/Evening my lovelies... This is your lovely narrator speaking...

As a side note I'd like to mention that the Sluagh disappears as Aya activates her power. Aya collapses on the floor. That is all...for now insert evil laughter here...
Brighid is on the main mission.

Location: Avalon

Interactions: Nathan; Nik @webboysurf; Drake @Marrok; Cleo @Damo021 & Aya[@c3p-oh]

The sluagh turned to Aya and grinned maliciously. It didn’t look like it was too badly hurt as it stalked across the floor to Aya. Tossing chairs and tables out of the way as if it was all just styrofoam props on movie set. The look in its eyes was the look of a sentient creature that was on a mission. It’s gray skin rippled and shone like an oil slick. The grin full of sharp teeth eyes that were intent on Aya as it moved across the club far faster than should have been possible.

Tell me where you heard that word and where she is and you might live a bit longer, little one.” The voice was deep and gravely like a landslide roar. It inhaled and licked it’s lips as if it smelled something delicious.
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