Haha"Whelp!" Sophie slapped the leather seats she rested upon and launcher herself back up from a heavily reclined position, "if that's it I'll be on my way." She had honestly expected more out of Sam's mouth than a welcome to the house of heroes. She could deduce herself this was where they'd stay; she wanted genuinely important information, not some invitation to become friends or family. Given how heavily the doors to each member's rooms were, she obviously didn't expect them to get along that much.
Swiping her bag from the floor, Sophie paid little mind to the rest of the company and headed straight for "her" room. One in particular had her name already printed on it's front. How quaint. At least it wasn't a personally fabricated art and crafts label made hastily the day before for each of them. As soon as she reached for the door handle, an electronic voice stopped her.
"First time user, please scan finger print." Sophie dropped her bag beside herself and pried a glove from her hand. Pressing her thumb to the glass surface, she waited for a red laser light to dart across the underside. "Sophie Kirkville, authenticated. Please provide a verbal password." She paused for a moment, coming up with something. If it was voice recognition and required one's fingerprint, she couldn't imagine using some super secret password would much more to the security. She could have fun with this one.
"Salad Tossing Table Turners," she said firmly, a big grin on her face. It was dumb, but it was funny to her nonetheless.
"Affirmed. Welcome Sophie Kirkville," the digital voice greeted. Sophie heard something unlock within the door frame and she reached for the handle, pulling it down and throwing the door open into a lavish room. Not lavish for long. With her foot, she hooked the strap of her bag and yanked it forward, launching the container into her room with a messy flop. Sophie entered and looked about, noting the clean bed sheets, the personal bathroom, a desk, chair, set of windows, and a television screen.
"Well I've seen enough." Despite having just entered the place she'd sleep in for a good duration of her life, she had already become disinterested. Sophie was never one to linger in her home much in the first place, so what her room turned out to be was of little importance; so long there was a bed made of something other than rocks, it sufficed. With one last passing glance, she looked again before exiting and shutting the door behind herself. With a look across both ends of the hallway, she noted where everyone else's rooms were. Pocketing her hands inside her jacket, she trudged down the hall and for some arbitrarily-sought corner of the mansion. Might as well scope the place out, she thought.
There were a number of loose trinkets and decorations practically caking the mansion in lavishness, and Sophie of course could not walk along without staring and considering the profit behind them all. This was "their" house, it seemed, so as far as she was concerned everything in it was shared... to a degree. Of course even if she didn't consider it hers, the objects were fair game all the same. Without a means of transportation she could use readily, though, she would forgo snatching up whatever her arms could carry to the pawn shop.
A grim realization returned to her head during the peruse across the mansion; Beauty was on her so called "Team One". Not to mention the leader-almighty herself, and that out of place digital dog. What terrible luck. Sophie shrugged her shoulders in agitation and thrust her arms lower for a moment, stretching the fabric of her jacket. She tried to diverge her mind from it, but given the utter lack of entertainment in this prinny mansion, it was difficult to busy herself otherwise. A loud moan escaped her throat as she kicked her shoes across the tile wood floors once and continued on.
Eventually her mindless meandering led her to the "training room". She expected punching bags and rubber mats, but instead found a sealed chamber door and an observatory to the side already occupied by someone else; Frostbite. Trudging up the stairs to get a better view of what this high-tech chamber was, she stepped beside Frostbite but remained silent, her attention turned on Sniper's ordeal. Holograms were cool, but it'd never help her given the nature of her powers. At best she'd just learn how to run around a bit better. To get anything serious done, she'd need someone to actually hurt her first.
With an unseen gesture of her hands -still embedded in her jacket pouches- she spoke to Frostbite with an utterly straight face.
"Would you mind turning the thermostat up? Getting cold in here."
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Call me: Asuras
I like: Urban Fantasy, High Fantasy, Anime Aesthetics
I play: Anything. Mostly women.
I have a long history of GM'ing, perhaps even more than playing. I like art, and I commission a lot. D&D is my life right now.
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I can elaborate on the clan if need be, but I felt this sufficed to get my character's story across.
Disciple Cain said
Basically the exact same shit that we did but more regimented.
HAVE YOU NOTHING BETTER TO DO?
So let me get this straight:
Our groups work in Google documents, where we will write character actions without any internal thoughts or intentions mentioned, and at specific times according to our posting order, we will take sections of this collab and input it as an IC post, then continue to collab?
Our groups work in Google documents, where we will write character actions without any internal thoughts or intentions mentioned, and at specific times according to our posting order, we will take sections of this collab and input it as an IC post, then continue to collab?
How can there be a posting order if collabs Rodey? How posting order? :V
Monster said I do not want to see anything that I shouldn't have to. What I mean by this - anything that isn't PG.
Guess I've done something wrong too then.
Charlie said
I'm being realAnd when it rolls over to be my turn to post Axle will get board.
Sophie trudged up the front steps with heavy stomps, as if forcing her feet to continue moving forward. With every step she nearly sighed audibly. The short ascent left her time to quickly reflect on the colorful characters she had the joy of surveying from behind; such a brief moment was all she needed, really. An inhuman robot (and a human one), a beauty queen, a childish idiot -Sophie marked him in particular, vowing to answer any interaction with him with a sharp kick to the gut- a smoker, and... Well that was it. Two others seemed practically unnoticeable and invisible. Barely worth mentioning for Sophie. Surely they had something up their sleeve to "surprise" her with, but it was doubtful whatever it was would leave much of an impression for more than a fleeting second.
As she entered, Sophie threw her sack aside listlessly, heading over to the main event, making sure to fake a half-assed bow before Sam before taking a seat. Anything to please her royal highness. She noted her stern look and holier-than-thou visage. Clearly the leader. Claiming she was first of the team only cemented the thought. Sophie fell into a seat with a huff, bouncing upwards as the cushion recoiled. She laid claim to the armrest of another nearby piece of furniture, raising her legs to rest them upon it. The bottom of her shoes, permeated with dirt in every crack, brushed several items along the way.
Sophie would have introduced herself, but the whiny cries of a helpless beauty killed her appetite for words. She made note to kick her in the gut too when the time came. By her estimate, it'd be soon. Cracking her knuckles for relief, Sophie managed to elicit enough fervency to speak up. "Sophie," she greeted with unenthusiastic mumble. She slumped further in her chair and her legs extended out further, blocking more of the other chair from being occupied. She went silent and looked over the mansion, her ears half-trained on Sam's next words. She'd explain the details surely enough, and Sophie could already deduce a bit of what was going to be said. Superhero team blah blah, work for the mayor, blah. Something along those lines.
As she entered, Sophie threw her sack aside listlessly, heading over to the main event, making sure to fake a half-assed bow before Sam before taking a seat. Anything to please her royal highness. She noted her stern look and holier-than-thou visage. Clearly the leader. Claiming she was first of the team only cemented the thought. Sophie fell into a seat with a huff, bouncing upwards as the cushion recoiled. She laid claim to the armrest of another nearby piece of furniture, raising her legs to rest them upon it. The bottom of her shoes, permeated with dirt in every crack, brushed several items along the way.
Sophie would have introduced herself, but the whiny cries of a helpless beauty killed her appetite for words. She made note to kick her in the gut too when the time came. By her estimate, it'd be soon. Cracking her knuckles for relief, Sophie managed to elicit enough fervency to speak up. "Sophie," she greeted with unenthusiastic mumble. She slumped further in her chair and her legs extended out further, blocking more of the other chair from being occupied. She went silent and looked over the mansion, her ears half-trained on Sam's next words. She'd explain the details surely enough, and Sophie could already deduce a bit of what was going to be said. Superhero team blah blah, work for the mayor, blah. Something along those lines.
Yaaaaaaay! :D
Several days prior...
There was a succession of patting noises, and then a shuffle, then a click and the darkness was alight with a faint glow. The lighter in Sophie's hand was raised to the cigarette in her teeth, igniting it as she returned the tool to her jacket's pocket. Still using only her right hand for the whole ordeal, she grabbed the cigarette, inhaled deeply, and pulled it out before exhaling smoke. Her body twitched briefly, her neck suddenly jolting to the side and cracking as if powered by tremors rather than intentionally and for relief. Sophie rubbed the back of her neck with cigarette still in hand and took a drag again.
As she brought the glow up to her lips, it illuminated the stains of blood that soaked her glove; her own fluids, not someone else's. The reason she had resorted to using but her right limb became apparent. A deep gash sinking on her shoulder sunk down to her chest, bleeding profusely and exposing bone. An ax sat at her feet. The brutally wounded girl stared over her work; an obscured corpse hidden under wooden rubble with pulverized legs that looked more like a tangle of fleshy roots than distinguishable anatomy.
Sophie hadn't killed anyone in several months, having finally come across someone worth her time. A nameless fellow prone to murder that had returned to the scene of a crime, looking quite suspicious. The police failed to notice his presence, but her hunch was spot-on. When he retreated in silence, hands in his pockets, Sophie tailed him through the night and to his home. The events that ensued resulted in his death and an ax being buried in her shoulder... temporarily. She could not recall much that had transpired, likely a result of the wound she was currently healing from.
Indeed, the flesh did converge upon itself remarkably fast, and while the blood still flowed in a grizzly amount, she seemed unperturbed. Perhaps the smoke aided in that respect at least somewhat. She rolled her head towards the wound and lifted the half-severed limb with a flop. It hadn't come back to her yet, evidently. With another heavy drag she walked from the backyard shed that had become the man's grave, pushing aside a plastic doorway to reach the unkempt yard. Sophie shivered, but the outside air was not cold. The pain was settling in. She winced and grit her teeth, hurriedly inhaling the cigarette again as if to mitigate the feeling. She looked up into the deep dusk-colored sky before throwing her drag to the earth and summarily stomping it into being extinguished.
A flash of light to her side caught her attention, and she jerked into action. Staring in from the backyard window, she witnessed the beams of several flashlights moving about inside the home. Immediately Sophie broke for the fenceline, easily hopping over its six-foot height despite being crippled. The quick movements must have caught the police's attention anyways, as she caught the yells of them behind the distancing wooden barrier. Sprinting across some stranger's yard, she dodged pools, gardens, and toppled tricycles to reach each successive fence, soaring over each as easily as the first.
Having fallen into a mode of physical recovery after taking an ax to the body, she couldn't simply charge straight through nay opposition she met; she was now as human as anyone else. For some time still she'd remain that way, unable to take hits and promptly go berserk. Her only option was running. It wasn't often that she faced the authority after committing a crime, since the ones that involved her getting hurt tended to happen in secluded places. Killing a man in his own home was her first mistake, his screams likely alerting the neighbors and subsequently the police.
Eventually the backyards had run out, and she found herself on a sidewalk in the suburbs. A distant cry of a siren stressed her lack of safety, and she continued the run to the other side of the street, hoping to hop another fenceline. However, a quick joly of pain had inhibited her attention, and her foot caught the edge of the sidewalk. Faceplanting into the concrete, she took but a brief moment to regain her composure... all too late. A cop car pulled up just behind her, and its occupants easily tackled her body before she could reach up for the fence. Slamming into the wood, she immediately resorted to fighting back.
"Fuck you!" Sophie cried out, pushing with all her might against the officers. Only one her arms worked at the time, however, and so her force and effectiveness was severely dampened. "Fuck you!" she yelled again, having been thrust into the ground with her good arm held firmly at her back. Wincing at the concrete, she tried to lift herself up to no avail. The officers spoke some incomprehensible code language into their phones, and Sophie could only grunt in desperation. "Damnit."
She expected jail-time, but luck was on her side. Sophie approached the dainty manor with a single-sling backpack in tow. Those fucking idiots could have locked her up for good, but they let her free instead. Terrible choice on their part. She would nod and nod, and they'd believe her when she said she'd help this so-called "team". She would, but of course she never agreed for how long. Ascending the small hill, she witnessed a group of rather strange individuals already making their way up the steps. Among them, a freaking mechanical beast of some sort.
"I was right. Team of freaks," Sophie affirmed to herself. The unamused young woman approached silently, refraining from making eye contact. "Can't imagine what kind of shit'll crop up," she said sarcastically.
There was a succession of patting noises, and then a shuffle, then a click and the darkness was alight with a faint glow. The lighter in Sophie's hand was raised to the cigarette in her teeth, igniting it as she returned the tool to her jacket's pocket. Still using only her right hand for the whole ordeal, she grabbed the cigarette, inhaled deeply, and pulled it out before exhaling smoke. Her body twitched briefly, her neck suddenly jolting to the side and cracking as if powered by tremors rather than intentionally and for relief. Sophie rubbed the back of her neck with cigarette still in hand and took a drag again.
As she brought the glow up to her lips, it illuminated the stains of blood that soaked her glove; her own fluids, not someone else's. The reason she had resorted to using but her right limb became apparent. A deep gash sinking on her shoulder sunk down to her chest, bleeding profusely and exposing bone. An ax sat at her feet. The brutally wounded girl stared over her work; an obscured corpse hidden under wooden rubble with pulverized legs that looked more like a tangle of fleshy roots than distinguishable anatomy.
Sophie hadn't killed anyone in several months, having finally come across someone worth her time. A nameless fellow prone to murder that had returned to the scene of a crime, looking quite suspicious. The police failed to notice his presence, but her hunch was spot-on. When he retreated in silence, hands in his pockets, Sophie tailed him through the night and to his home. The events that ensued resulted in his death and an ax being buried in her shoulder... temporarily. She could not recall much that had transpired, likely a result of the wound she was currently healing from.
Indeed, the flesh did converge upon itself remarkably fast, and while the blood still flowed in a grizzly amount, she seemed unperturbed. Perhaps the smoke aided in that respect at least somewhat. She rolled her head towards the wound and lifted the half-severed limb with a flop. It hadn't come back to her yet, evidently. With another heavy drag she walked from the backyard shed that had become the man's grave, pushing aside a plastic doorway to reach the unkempt yard. Sophie shivered, but the outside air was not cold. The pain was settling in. She winced and grit her teeth, hurriedly inhaling the cigarette again as if to mitigate the feeling. She looked up into the deep dusk-colored sky before throwing her drag to the earth and summarily stomping it into being extinguished.
A flash of light to her side caught her attention, and she jerked into action. Staring in from the backyard window, she witnessed the beams of several flashlights moving about inside the home. Immediately Sophie broke for the fenceline, easily hopping over its six-foot height despite being crippled. The quick movements must have caught the police's attention anyways, as she caught the yells of them behind the distancing wooden barrier. Sprinting across some stranger's yard, she dodged pools, gardens, and toppled tricycles to reach each successive fence, soaring over each as easily as the first.
Having fallen into a mode of physical recovery after taking an ax to the body, she couldn't simply charge straight through nay opposition she met; she was now as human as anyone else. For some time still she'd remain that way, unable to take hits and promptly go berserk. Her only option was running. It wasn't often that she faced the authority after committing a crime, since the ones that involved her getting hurt tended to happen in secluded places. Killing a man in his own home was her first mistake, his screams likely alerting the neighbors and subsequently the police.
Eventually the backyards had run out, and she found herself on a sidewalk in the suburbs. A distant cry of a siren stressed her lack of safety, and she continued the run to the other side of the street, hoping to hop another fenceline. However, a quick joly of pain had inhibited her attention, and her foot caught the edge of the sidewalk. Faceplanting into the concrete, she took but a brief moment to regain her composure... all too late. A cop car pulled up just behind her, and its occupants easily tackled her body before she could reach up for the fence. Slamming into the wood, she immediately resorted to fighting back.
"Fuck you!" Sophie cried out, pushing with all her might against the officers. Only one her arms worked at the time, however, and so her force and effectiveness was severely dampened. "Fuck you!" she yelled again, having been thrust into the ground with her good arm held firmly at her back. Wincing at the concrete, she tried to lift herself up to no avail. The officers spoke some incomprehensible code language into their phones, and Sophie could only grunt in desperation. "Damnit."
She expected jail-time, but luck was on her side. Sophie approached the dainty manor with a single-sling backpack in tow. Those fucking idiots could have locked her up for good, but they let her free instead. Terrible choice on their part. She would nod and nod, and they'd believe her when she said she'd help this so-called "team". She would, but of course she never agreed for how long. Ascending the small hill, she witnessed a group of rather strange individuals already making their way up the steps. Among them, a freaking mechanical beast of some sort.
"I was right. Team of freaks," Sophie affirmed to herself. The unamused young woman approached silently, refraining from making eye contact. "Can't imagine what kind of shit'll crop up," she said sarcastically.
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