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Teeth grit. A shudder ran down her spine. More than anything a bad taste built up in Zoey’s mouth, a bitter aftertaste to an experience she never wanted to encounter again.
Another darkness elemental. How … unfortunate. The description Ditch gave had Reaper’s eyes narrowing, a bristle running through her body. Though their element may be the same it appeared that Umbra’s manipulation ran a different vein than her family’s down. Painful. Brutal. Certainly not something to build a career helping others on.
But it was not something to linger on. Reaper gave Ditch the respect of holding her gaze as their soon-to-be ‘leader’ spoke, baring her backstory to the rest of them. Beneath the mask her lips pressed together, unseen from the dark material, but her eyes never wavered. Reaper knew the loss of having a parent ripped from your life; two parents in different ways. Vengeance was perhaps one of the brightest burning fuels for those in this business, and something she could understand. It lit a fire beneath those already burned, urging them to go brighter and hotter until there was nothing but ash left.
It was hard to say what stage Ditch was at.
As Ditch pulled her gaze away Reaper bowed her head briefly in acknowledgement, a silent recognition of the answered question. She did not regret asking it, as such a thing had to be exposed lest doubt fester. If it was better to rip the bandage off quickly Reaper couldn’t say, but she had gotten her answers and fell back to quiet contemplation as her eyes roamed the group once more. Truth be told, a small pang of feeling settled in the pit of her stomach, a mix of guilt and sadness that Reaper had no desire to let settle. Despite that conviction her shadow continued to wisp, rising higher and curling about her crossed legs hanging over the stage as they reacted to her emotion.
The others had taken it well enough. They seemed to be accepting of Ditch’s story and eager to move – some showing more enthusiasm in the case of Graffiti. Though, the one with the silver mask set Reaper on edge. Their beacon – and that of lightning bug’s – were slightly off from the others, just enough that it had trouble blending in. Larger, darker, more intimidating. The beacon of someone who’s hands would no longer be clean. When silver mask spoke Reaper focused on them intently, a frown tugging the corners of her lips down at their request. Innocent enough, but how sure was Ditch of these others?
Nevertheless Reaper showed grace in giving a small bow of her head at being introduced to the room, though she was more focused in what she sure everyone else was – their … teammates. How odd to say.
Reaper almost commented on Ditch dropped her change as the other girl set up the laptop, but dismissed the few hundred dollars as unimportant. She wouldn’t retrieve them from the dirty floor either. Instead Reaper finally slid from the stage to prowl around and get a better look at the screen, coincidentally near silver mask , her crossing her arms without a word as the images flashed by. Scarlet Shifter and Wall Walker. She had heard of them – who hadn’t in this business? Ditch’s plan, however, had her lip curling in an almost feral manner.
A criminal was a criminal, no matter the reasons. Were the situation not so dire she’d be tempted to take her own punishment from their flesh. As it was… if Umbra was that powerful the allies would be a strike against. Reaper didn’t have to like it, though, and huffed near silently in disapproval.
A sigh at Reaper’s side had her glancing over, looking to the smaller girl beside her. A pale woman from what she could see, with a raven’s mask that nearly engulfed her identity, something Reaper could appreciate. It took her a moment to figure out why the girl seemed annoyed, but a glance at the cane had her memory of watching Ravens Tale enter the auditorium play before her, cane tapping along the ground. Really? She had forgotten. This little presentation was no doubt less than useful to her, though hopefully Ditch knew what she was doing about inviting her. Otherwise it would truly be a case of the blind leading the blind.
With a flick of her fingers shadows coiled into a small ball at her palm, Reaper beginning to move and shape the shadow. Small objects such as this were more her father’s finesse, with Reaper having brute strength and ferocity packed within her frame. Which made her decision as well.
“Shifter.” Reaper said simply without looking up, once again the fact that words came from her lips beneath the mask odd and foreign. It wasn’t as odd as before, as in her palms the shape began to take form. A solid bar as base, from there smaller strikes gathering through it and multiplying…
There. In Reaper’s hands, wisping gently now lay a solidied form of Umbra’s mark. She almost reached to grab onto Raven Tale’s hand in order to bring up but stopped at the last second, remembering just how dangerous some of these people could be. Instead she lowered her voice, already quiet, to talk to the other vigilante.
“Umbra’s mark.” Was all she said, taking the solidified shadow in her palm to press it against Raven Tale’s. She retreated from the touch quickly to let the other woman take or reject the offering, crossing her arms once more to watch the proceedings. It was … quieter without lightning bug, though many were still riled up. Graffiti in particular was eager, though the others were getting further into the plan as well.
As for Reaper? She was just getting a headache. She could already see the wires that would be crossing in a targeted project such as capturing the apex predator Scarlet Shifter. Hopefully they’d get some work in before they all went to doing their own things.
Another darkness elemental. How … unfortunate. The description Ditch gave had Reaper’s eyes narrowing, a bristle running through her body. Though their element may be the same it appeared that Umbra’s manipulation ran a different vein than her family’s down. Painful. Brutal. Certainly not something to build a career helping others on.
But it was not something to linger on. Reaper gave Ditch the respect of holding her gaze as their soon-to-be ‘leader’ spoke, baring her backstory to the rest of them. Beneath the mask her lips pressed together, unseen from the dark material, but her eyes never wavered. Reaper knew the loss of having a parent ripped from your life; two parents in different ways. Vengeance was perhaps one of the brightest burning fuels for those in this business, and something she could understand. It lit a fire beneath those already burned, urging them to go brighter and hotter until there was nothing but ash left.
It was hard to say what stage Ditch was at.
As Ditch pulled her gaze away Reaper bowed her head briefly in acknowledgement, a silent recognition of the answered question. She did not regret asking it, as such a thing had to be exposed lest doubt fester. If it was better to rip the bandage off quickly Reaper couldn’t say, but she had gotten her answers and fell back to quiet contemplation as her eyes roamed the group once more. Truth be told, a small pang of feeling settled in the pit of her stomach, a mix of guilt and sadness that Reaper had no desire to let settle. Despite that conviction her shadow continued to wisp, rising higher and curling about her crossed legs hanging over the stage as they reacted to her emotion.
The others had taken it well enough. They seemed to be accepting of Ditch’s story and eager to move – some showing more enthusiasm in the case of Graffiti. Though, the one with the silver mask set Reaper on edge. Their beacon – and that of lightning bug’s – were slightly off from the others, just enough that it had trouble blending in. Larger, darker, more intimidating. The beacon of someone who’s hands would no longer be clean. When silver mask spoke Reaper focused on them intently, a frown tugging the corners of her lips down at their request. Innocent enough, but how sure was Ditch of these others?
Nevertheless Reaper showed grace in giving a small bow of her head at being introduced to the room, though she was more focused in what she sure everyone else was – their … teammates. How odd to say.
Reaper almost commented on Ditch dropped her change as the other girl set up the laptop, but dismissed the few hundred dollars as unimportant. She wouldn’t retrieve them from the dirty floor either. Instead Reaper finally slid from the stage to prowl around and get a better look at the screen, coincidentally near silver mask , her crossing her arms without a word as the images flashed by. Scarlet Shifter and Wall Walker. She had heard of them – who hadn’t in this business? Ditch’s plan, however, had her lip curling in an almost feral manner.
A criminal was a criminal, no matter the reasons. Were the situation not so dire she’d be tempted to take her own punishment from their flesh. As it was… if Umbra was that powerful the allies would be a strike against. Reaper didn’t have to like it, though, and huffed near silently in disapproval.
A sigh at Reaper’s side had her glancing over, looking to the smaller girl beside her. A pale woman from what she could see, with a raven’s mask that nearly engulfed her identity, something Reaper could appreciate. It took her a moment to figure out why the girl seemed annoyed, but a glance at the cane had her memory of watching Ravens Tale enter the auditorium play before her, cane tapping along the ground. Really? She had forgotten. This little presentation was no doubt less than useful to her, though hopefully Ditch knew what she was doing about inviting her. Otherwise it would truly be a case of the blind leading the blind.
With a flick of her fingers shadows coiled into a small ball at her palm, Reaper beginning to move and shape the shadow. Small objects such as this were more her father’s finesse, with Reaper having brute strength and ferocity packed within her frame. Which made her decision as well.
“Shifter.” Reaper said simply without looking up, once again the fact that words came from her lips beneath the mask odd and foreign. It wasn’t as odd as before, as in her palms the shape began to take form. A solid bar as base, from there smaller strikes gathering through it and multiplying…
There. In Reaper’s hands, wisping gently now lay a solidied form of Umbra’s mark. She almost reached to grab onto Raven Tale’s hand in order to bring up but stopped at the last second, remembering just how dangerous some of these people could be. Instead she lowered her voice, already quiet, to talk to the other vigilante.
“Umbra’s mark.” Was all she said, taking the solidified shadow in her palm to press it against Raven Tale’s. She retreated from the touch quickly to let the other woman take or reject the offering, crossing her arms once more to watch the proceedings. It was … quieter without lightning bug, though many were still riled up. Graffiti in particular was eager, though the others were getting further into the plan as well.
As for Reaper? She was just getting a headache. She could already see the wires that would be crossing in a targeted project such as capturing the apex predator Scarlet Shifter. Hopefully they’d get some work in before they all went to doing their own things.
Ah, the folly of the vigilante, so focused on justice that the subtleties slipped over their head. Maybe it was just no one was as concerned about it as Reaper, the darkness elemental trying to bite her tongue as she slid back to sit on the stage, crossing her legs elegantly and sitting up a bit straighter. The need to hunch over and hide her gender behind a silent mask appeared a moot point. She had waited patiently, but others had either jumped right into joining or appeared to be engaging in a super powered cock waving contest that was quickly escalating. Honestly. She had hoped to keep her secrecy.
The others had said their pieces. Lightning bug lost his temper. And Reaper? Reaper raised her hand casually in front of her to snap her fingers, and in response her shadow that spilled over the edge of the stage she sat upon began to grow out across the floor. Each time the darkened pool touched another’s shadow it began to wisp in response, until finally it touched the walls and began to climb up the ceilings as well.
Were the theatrics necessary? Probably not completely. It was certainly an attention getter though, and as Zoey was always told – Image is Everything.
“I think,” Reaper finally began, her feminine voice quiet yet firm, “That you’re all missing something here.” The elemental lifted her hooded gaze, face covered except her blackened eyes which scanned across the others before settling on the infamous Ditch.
“You know so much, little Ditch. An army, when he’s only taken Suiran and killed others? Turning others to his side? How powerful he is? Tell me, our little hacker, how much of this was wrung from the depths of your technological genius, and how much from your personal connection to Umbra?”
Reaper lifted her hand, twirling a finger. The shadows that were crawling along the walls began to seemingly melt back onto the floor like molten tar, quickly finding the nearest shadows to escape to. Her own shadow continued to wisp and bubble, retreating back into itself to return the room to normal.
“You do have a connection to him in some fashion, don’t you? That’s what you said – he wasn’t this powerful when you last saw him. Perhaps it’s not as serious as I make it out to be… but you knew of him before now, and yet he’s managed to come this far.” Reaper lowered her hand once more to the stage, leaning back against her palms as she studied Ditch.
“Oh, but don’t let me put you on the spot. Mere curiosity, our fearless ringleader.”
The others had said their pieces. Lightning bug lost his temper. And Reaper? Reaper raised her hand casually in front of her to snap her fingers, and in response her shadow that spilled over the edge of the stage she sat upon began to grow out across the floor. Each time the darkened pool touched another’s shadow it began to wisp in response, until finally it touched the walls and began to climb up the ceilings as well.
Were the theatrics necessary? Probably not completely. It was certainly an attention getter though, and as Zoey was always told – Image is Everything.
“I think,” Reaper finally began, her feminine voice quiet yet firm, “That you’re all missing something here.” The elemental lifted her hooded gaze, face covered except her blackened eyes which scanned across the others before settling on the infamous Ditch.
“You know so much, little Ditch. An army, when he’s only taken Suiran and killed others? Turning others to his side? How powerful he is? Tell me, our little hacker, how much of this was wrung from the depths of your technological genius, and how much from your personal connection to Umbra?”
Reaper lifted her hand, twirling a finger. The shadows that were crawling along the walls began to seemingly melt back onto the floor like molten tar, quickly finding the nearest shadows to escape to. Her own shadow continued to wisp and bubble, retreating back into itself to return the room to normal.
“You do have a connection to him in some fashion, don’t you? That’s what you said – he wasn’t this powerful when you last saw him. Perhaps it’s not as serious as I make it out to be… but you knew of him before now, and yet he’s managed to come this far.” Reaper lowered her hand once more to the stage, leaning back against her palms as she studied Ditch.
“Oh, but don’t let me put you on the spot. Mere curiosity, our fearless ringleader.”
The stage had been destroyed by a miley cyrus wannabe
It took me a minute to understand this, but when I did I laughed. Good show.
EDIT: I was telling the others this but I hope I didn't make a fool of myself with that IC post. :P
Hopefully not right away, because I can't help but imagine it being a circus the first time they try to fight with each other... especially if it was all at once.
Irritation bubbled up in Reaper’s chest like molten lava, her jaw clenching unnoticed beneath the black mask as Ditch acknowledged the cowled vigilante. It wasn’t the fact that she brushed off Reaper’s appearance with no more than a warning to the instability of their platform, nor even the fact that Ditch somehow knew they were out there the entire time she was waiting! No, as Ditch climbed up onto the railing, rocking the platform, Reaper glared at the other vigilante’s back for one sole reason.
It was cold outside.
The redhead’s hands were already clenching onto the railing when her platform partner jumped off, Reaper having the presence of mind to brace herself so as to not lose her balance or pitch forward with the harsh creaking and wide swings. She deigned to abandon her post – it really was quite a strategic view – to instead lean over the railing to watch Ditch, the angle not offering the perfect view for the big reveal but enough that Reaper’s irritation was momentarily forgotten in favor of a raised eyebrow and curiosity that settled in the pit of her stomach. A sign of peace, and another female who favored a death themed vigilante costume. She definitely didn’t look the part of a greasy basement dwelling hacker, at least. Good for her.
Reaper shifted position to cross her arms on the railing’s platform as she watched the other interacting below, her blackened eyes roaming across the new person who arrived. Turn Back, if she recalled correctly. Confident at least, and-
And then Reaper’s balance was completely thrown off as she was once more almost pitched forward and off the platform, from the wall a claw bursting forth behind her back to grab onto the platform to steady it as a human wrecking ball took out a nice section of wall and part of the stage. The vigilante’s heart hammered with more than just adrenaline from the sudden rocking motion as her gaze quickly sought of the source of destruction, bristling and fingers raising. The claw at her back let go of the platform to curl into wicked points at each ‘fingertip’, ready to strike as Reaper watched the intruder, looked at the damage they had caused – even a feral looking cat darted out from underneath the stage to bolt. To be honest the only reason she didn’t strike out immediately was that the infamous Tank was very recognizable and known as a vigilante as well – and, well, she thought it was a trap at first too. Reaper just… didn’t go through a wall to find out. Honestly.
Lightning bug was the first to start interrogating Tank, Ditch chiming in shortly after. It seemed he really did just fry his brain on how to use a door or maybe not go hurdling into a trap, so Reaper dragged her attention away to look back to the door as she rubbed the bridge of her nose. Their group was swelling in numbers as the minutes passed, some she didn’t recognize – a girl in a silver mask? A guy in a hoodie who looked like he just wandered in off the streets? At least someone made a bit of an impression, though surely not as much as the big guy who hates stages, as Graffiti dropped like a dead weight from the ceiling. No broken bones, luckily. Reaper didn’t think her little first aid kit could handle it.
But oh look, more destruction in the form of a pink tag against the wall. No one was going to know they were here. Nope. No sir. Definitely no clues for that.
Reaper let out a long suffering sigh and leaned against her arms, body tense as though in preparation of another round of rocking; the claw that was once ready sinking back into the shadow cast upon the wall. If someone else decided doors were for suckers the platform might very well give way. Seeing Raven’s Tale’s powers in action did perk Zoey up a bit beneath her mask, watching with interest as the phoenix helped Tank dislodge himself. Those poor cats would never get their home back. It seemed that there was no need to hide their presence at least, if Ditch’s words were to be believed. A base of operations? … And this is the best they could come up with? Sure it’s secluded and not many people come around, but that’s for a very good reason. This place is disgusting, and falling apart at the seams more than her favorite pair of PJs.
Surely there couldn’t be much more than this. Reaper roved her eyes along those who had arrived, all gathered around. Quite the group at least. The tall woman stood, cautious with her movements as the platform let out another forboding creak. She stepped back far enough that her feet hit shadow instead of steel as a small, solidified platform came from the wall as a small stepping stone for her to sink back into her element. Seconds after her fingers emerged from the ground at the front of the stage, using her well trained muscles to pull herself up from the shadow and to her feet in order to be a better part of the … festivities. Far be it from her to give up a tactical advantage, but the gaping hole in the wall and through a back room kind of gave that away if this group was on the up and up.
One last arrival, if the purr of a motor could be trusted. Hopefully no one called the police after hearing the sounds of a building’s partial destruction – though anyone in this area calling the police was almost laughable. Ah, there we go. Reaper tilted her head slowly as she followed the movements of the leather clad woman who entered. Confident, with only the slightest pause at Tank’s little incident. It wasn’t hard to recognize The Black Rose, being a fairly well known vigilante – though Reaper would never admit she hasn’t gotten wind of what her power was yet. Fashionably late and with comments about their little...headquarters idea. Though if Ditch really was going where Mister Turn Back thought she was then it was far more than just an idea. Reaper didn’t like the way The Black Rose almost strolled by the wall, watching them – though admittedly most of them were gauging each other. Reaper certainly was.
At Reaper’s feet her shadow began to react once more to their master’s building irritation, transparent tendrils lazily drifting up to curl about her legs before fading like smoke in the wind. Around her some of the shadows reacted similarly, those with owners close to Reaper doing the same smoky motion. She’d be much happier once this was done and over – maybe if Umbra was a nice dog and died quickly Reaper wouldn’t look like an ass for not wanting to remove her mask. Not that it much mattered if Ditch decided to spill their secrets in order to get that ‘awkward’ little part out of the way. Just the thought sent a shudder down her spine, though outside her thoughts Reaper remained a stoic and silent sentinel. It was her trademark, after all.
It was cold outside.
The redhead’s hands were already clenching onto the railing when her platform partner jumped off, Reaper having the presence of mind to brace herself so as to not lose her balance or pitch forward with the harsh creaking and wide swings. She deigned to abandon her post – it really was quite a strategic view – to instead lean over the railing to watch Ditch, the angle not offering the perfect view for the big reveal but enough that Reaper’s irritation was momentarily forgotten in favor of a raised eyebrow and curiosity that settled in the pit of her stomach. A sign of peace, and another female who favored a death themed vigilante costume. She definitely didn’t look the part of a greasy basement dwelling hacker, at least. Good for her.
Reaper shifted position to cross her arms on the railing’s platform as she watched the other interacting below, her blackened eyes roaming across the new person who arrived. Turn Back, if she recalled correctly. Confident at least, and-
And then Reaper’s balance was completely thrown off as she was once more almost pitched forward and off the platform, from the wall a claw bursting forth behind her back to grab onto the platform to steady it as a human wrecking ball took out a nice section of wall and part of the stage. The vigilante’s heart hammered with more than just adrenaline from the sudden rocking motion as her gaze quickly sought of the source of destruction, bristling and fingers raising. The claw at her back let go of the platform to curl into wicked points at each ‘fingertip’, ready to strike as Reaper watched the intruder, looked at the damage they had caused – even a feral looking cat darted out from underneath the stage to bolt. To be honest the only reason she didn’t strike out immediately was that the infamous Tank was very recognizable and known as a vigilante as well – and, well, she thought it was a trap at first too. Reaper just… didn’t go through a wall to find out. Honestly.
Lightning bug was the first to start interrogating Tank, Ditch chiming in shortly after. It seemed he really did just fry his brain on how to use a door or maybe not go hurdling into a trap, so Reaper dragged her attention away to look back to the door as she rubbed the bridge of her nose. Their group was swelling in numbers as the minutes passed, some she didn’t recognize – a girl in a silver mask? A guy in a hoodie who looked like he just wandered in off the streets? At least someone made a bit of an impression, though surely not as much as the big guy who hates stages, as Graffiti dropped like a dead weight from the ceiling. No broken bones, luckily. Reaper didn’t think her little first aid kit could handle it.
But oh look, more destruction in the form of a pink tag against the wall. No one was going to know they were here. Nope. No sir. Definitely no clues for that.
Reaper let out a long suffering sigh and leaned against her arms, body tense as though in preparation of another round of rocking; the claw that was once ready sinking back into the shadow cast upon the wall. If someone else decided doors were for suckers the platform might very well give way. Seeing Raven’s Tale’s powers in action did perk Zoey up a bit beneath her mask, watching with interest as the phoenix helped Tank dislodge himself. Those poor cats would never get their home back. It seemed that there was no need to hide their presence at least, if Ditch’s words were to be believed. A base of operations? … And this is the best they could come up with? Sure it’s secluded and not many people come around, but that’s for a very good reason. This place is disgusting, and falling apart at the seams more than her favorite pair of PJs.
Surely there couldn’t be much more than this. Reaper roved her eyes along those who had arrived, all gathered around. Quite the group at least. The tall woman stood, cautious with her movements as the platform let out another forboding creak. She stepped back far enough that her feet hit shadow instead of steel as a small, solidified platform came from the wall as a small stepping stone for her to sink back into her element. Seconds after her fingers emerged from the ground at the front of the stage, using her well trained muscles to pull herself up from the shadow and to her feet in order to be a better part of the … festivities. Far be it from her to give up a tactical advantage, but the gaping hole in the wall and through a back room kind of gave that away if this group was on the up and up.
One last arrival, if the purr of a motor could be trusted. Hopefully no one called the police after hearing the sounds of a building’s partial destruction – though anyone in this area calling the police was almost laughable. Ah, there we go. Reaper tilted her head slowly as she followed the movements of the leather clad woman who entered. Confident, with only the slightest pause at Tank’s little incident. It wasn’t hard to recognize The Black Rose, being a fairly well known vigilante – though Reaper would never admit she hasn’t gotten wind of what her power was yet. Fashionably late and with comments about their little...headquarters idea. Though if Ditch really was going where Mister Turn Back thought she was then it was far more than just an idea. Reaper didn’t like the way The Black Rose almost strolled by the wall, watching them – though admittedly most of them were gauging each other. Reaper certainly was.
At Reaper’s feet her shadow began to react once more to their master’s building irritation, transparent tendrils lazily drifting up to curl about her legs before fading like smoke in the wind. Around her some of the shadows reacted similarly, those with owners close to Reaper doing the same smoky motion. She’d be much happier once this was done and over – maybe if Umbra was a nice dog and died quickly Reaper wouldn’t look like an ass for not wanting to remove her mask. Not that it much mattered if Ditch decided to spill their secrets in order to get that ‘awkward’ little part out of the way. Just the thought sent a shudder down her spine, though outside her thoughts Reaper remained a stoic and silent sentinel. It was her trademark, after all.
@Dynamo Frokane I'm pretty sure we're going to wait on lydyn since they haven't posted due to time zones. c: But I'm not the GM, don't quote me on that.
EDIT: Quote this one instead.
EDIT: Quote this one instead.
Especially one that ends up naked in the end!
@Lasrever It's all good! I'll be the one behind tomorrow since I have DnD. On a side note you should totally join us in the chat room. :D
Welp... 9 posts in IC already... you guys will have to wait for me, sadly. Sorries. ^.^ I have a girlfriend and a wife to pay attention to FIRST. Then I'll work on my CS to complete it and then wait for the green light, then post - so it might not be until tomorrow for you folks before I post. =P
Damnit Lydyn, no one that RPs is allowed to have a life! You're making us all look inadequate!
I'm kidding, of course. :P Looking forward to seeing you!
In the chat I asked the same question, Inertia said probably Impulse, but no real clue - Levi doesn't hold an alias yet that people call him.
Zoey is calling him lightning bug until stopped. That'll teach him to not have an alias.
Zoey is calling him lightning bug until stopped. That'll teach him to not have an alias.
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