I'd also like to point out, totally not my decision to put Zoey in the news. It was all G. Scales. Zoey's just a big butt to me. ]:<
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That's fine. Cloudy says I can't keep you. Or leave breadcrumbs out for you or any of the other lurkers.
*leaves breadcrumbs in a corner*
*leaves breadcrumbs in a corner*
@Zapdos I still love you. If it wasn't slavery I'd put you in a pokeball and keep you in my bosom so you could read us all in real time.
One by one they arrived in their own fashion, from near threats to pouncing down to … walking there. Reaper raised a slight eyebrow underneath her hood at Turn Back, but otherwise didn’t acknowledge it. He probably hid his transport already. Instead the vigilante turned to sweep her gaze over the assembled group, listening in silence as Gorgon was the first to start considering their plan of action. Soon however her blackened eyes once more focused on the dilapidated house.
“She might be more willing to talk than you think,” Reaper finally commented, raising a gloved hand to point towards the house. “Look. There is no movement. I can’t hear anything either. You would think the house would creak. But I can sense someone in there – she’s hiding.” A pause then, and a small shrug of her shoulders.
“Either that or there’s a hidden base.” Reaper stepped slightly to the side, closer to Tank’s shadow. Instantly it began to wisp up and around their legs, curling before disappearing into the air. “There’s really any number of possibilities. Planning for them all will take time we do not have. I suggest the diplomatic approach at first as well – which is why I’m going to go in.” With her words out Reaper abruptly dropped into Tank’s shadow. It was best she got there before Sparky anyway.
Taking the unconventional method of reappearing directly into the house’s kitchen was child’s play. Everything inside was dark after all, all it took was finding a window while talking to the others to have her entry point. Her hands appeared first, grabbing onto the wall as she pulled herself out and landed on her feet on the rotting wood. Just like she suspected the very foundation of the house seemed to groan with the motion. The place looked like no one had touched it in a few decades. Disgusting.
”I’m buying this place just to tear it down after this,” Reaper couldn’t help but think bitterly as she kicked some of the trash away. The place looked like a rat’s nest, as though it would collapse on her head any second. Really it was a good thing she could escape darkened places. A quick glance around, including nudging open a few places fearlessly – one of the closet doors in the hallway fell off – yielded nothing interesting other than some dirt on her outfit. Jasper would have to clean it when she got home.
There was only one other place to look, provided the hidden base idea wasn’t in play. Reaper quickly found the steps to the second floor and couldn’t help but crinkle her nose underneath the balaclava. The stairwell looked like she’d get asthma just from walking up it. Letting out a long suffering sigh Reaper shook her head and started up the rotting steps, skipping over the missing ones – though even those still there creaked forebodingly. Exploring the second floor wouldn’t take long at all either – it all just seemed empty.
“I wonder if Scarlet Shifter is really just Scarlet Cockroach right now, laughing at my misfortune. Joke’s on her, I don’t live in this dump.” Reaper couldn't help but grump as she started glancing around the second floor with the same caution. It just appeared... empty.
“She might be more willing to talk than you think,” Reaper finally commented, raising a gloved hand to point towards the house. “Look. There is no movement. I can’t hear anything either. You would think the house would creak. But I can sense someone in there – she’s hiding.” A pause then, and a small shrug of her shoulders.
“Either that or there’s a hidden base.” Reaper stepped slightly to the side, closer to Tank’s shadow. Instantly it began to wisp up and around their legs, curling before disappearing into the air. “There’s really any number of possibilities. Planning for them all will take time we do not have. I suggest the diplomatic approach at first as well – which is why I’m going to go in.” With her words out Reaper abruptly dropped into Tank’s shadow. It was best she got there before Sparky anyway.
Taking the unconventional method of reappearing directly into the house’s kitchen was child’s play. Everything inside was dark after all, all it took was finding a window while talking to the others to have her entry point. Her hands appeared first, grabbing onto the wall as she pulled herself out and landed on her feet on the rotting wood. Just like she suspected the very foundation of the house seemed to groan with the motion. The place looked like no one had touched it in a few decades. Disgusting.
”I’m buying this place just to tear it down after this,” Reaper couldn’t help but think bitterly as she kicked some of the trash away. The place looked like a rat’s nest, as though it would collapse on her head any second. Really it was a good thing she could escape darkened places. A quick glance around, including nudging open a few places fearlessly – one of the closet doors in the hallway fell off – yielded nothing interesting other than some dirt on her outfit. Jasper would have to clean it when she got home.
There was only one other place to look, provided the hidden base idea wasn’t in play. Reaper quickly found the steps to the second floor and couldn’t help but crinkle her nose underneath the balaclava. The stairwell looked like she’d get asthma just from walking up it. Letting out a long suffering sigh Reaper shook her head and started up the rotting steps, skipping over the missing ones – though even those still there creaked forebodingly. Exploring the second floor wouldn’t take long at all either – it all just seemed empty.
“I wonder if Scarlet Shifter is really just Scarlet Cockroach right now, laughing at my misfortune. Joke’s on her, I don’t live in this dump.” Reaper couldn't help but grump as she started glancing around the second floor with the same caution. It just appeared... empty.
1:56 PM Artifex said: Is [Levi] ever gonna pick a name?
1:57 PM Inertia said: Probably not, honestly thinks it's not necessary, public probably will
1:57 PM Blazion said: You guys hear that?
1:57 PM Blazion said: We have to settle on a name and start calling him it exclusively so the public picks up on it as well
1:58 PM Blazion said: I vote Sparky.
1:58 PM Inertia said: NO
1:58 PM Inertia said: LOL
1:58 PM General Scales said: I agree.
So heads' up guys, Levi's name is now Sparky.
1:57 PM Inertia said: Probably not, honestly thinks it's not necessary, public probably will
1:57 PM Blazion said: You guys hear that?
1:57 PM Blazion said: We have to settle on a name and start calling him it exclusively so the public picks up on it as well
1:58 PM Blazion said: I vote Sparky.
1:58 PM Inertia said: NO
1:58 PM Inertia said: LOL
1:58 PM General Scales said: I agree.
So heads' up guys, Levi's name is now Sparky.
@Blaine Crommet@Dynamo Frokane Also if you couldn't tell by my +1 I liked the post. You crazy kids.
@Blaine Crommet@Dynamo Frokane I wish to read your collab I'm vibrating with excitement. Pls. D: PLS.
“I just don’t see the sudden interest in these things, Miss Kasimir. I assure you we have everything sorted out and handled favorably for the company.”
“And I appreciate it Wilson, but the company will still be in the clear with lower rates.”
“At almost triple the time!“
“Wilson.” From her position in front of the desk, one leg crossed over the other with her back straight and brow arched, Zoey Kasimir fitted her coldest gaze upon her regional manager. She at least fit the part of rich bitch well enough in this moment. “As I’ve stated I appreciate your efforts, but Vale Street Apartments were originally made for low income families.” Wilson was a good business man, fit and with hair just barely beginning to grey, but in this moment his age was beginning to show as he dealt with this young upstart. He rubbed a great hand at the bridge of his nose, taking in a deep breath.
“There’s not even time to change the plans to something less expensive, the McClain boys are all set to start demolition.”
“Then don’t change them.” Another frustrated groan.
“Miss Kasimir, our business the past few years has been thriving, with only the lightest touch from your father before-“
“Well maybe we should change our business plan from that of a murderer!” And just like that the mask broke, and with it Zoey’s calm. Her brows furrowed down harshly and teeth gritting. In an instant she was on her feet, grinding out between her teeth. “I’ve made my decision. Is that clear, Wilson?”
“…”
“I said, is. That. Clear?”
“… Yes, Miss Kasimir. My apologies.” As soon as the words left his mouth the desire to leave entered Zoey’s body, but she managed to grit down the urge to instead hold her hand out and keep her gaze level with the older man’s.
“Thank you. Keep up the good work, Wilson, I’ll see myself out.”
“It was my pleasure.”
It took only moments after that for Zoey to reach outside once more, pace steady and confident as she walked through the head office of Kasimir Realty. The receptionist made sure to tell her to enjoy the rest of the day, earning a small nod in response. As soon as the door to the limousine closed however the redhead immediately began to curse, hissing through her teeth. As Jasper slid into the driver’s seat she merely raised an eyebrow and started the car.
“I take it the meeting went well, Miss Kasimir.”
“Arrogant, condescending man! Oh no, it’ll take a little longer to recoup our costs from construction. Oh nooo, your father never bothered us before because he was too busy being an evil, vile man!”
“I doubt they were quite so forward, Miss Kasimir.” A huff was Jasper’s response, the young woman crossing her arms and sinking into the seat in a mood reminiscent of a brooding child.
“I need a drink, Jasper.”
“Of course. Will you be inviting the one who inspired this change to join you?” A small quirk of her brow was the first sign that Jasper had sufficiently derailed Zoey’s line of thought, the vigilante’s fingers briefly moving to touch where the top of her phone just barely peeked from a pocket. Due completely to her charms Zoey had a new number in her phone, one that she was now considering calling.
“You don’t think it’d be too soon?”
“Fortune favors the bold.”
“I’m not interested in asking that reporter out, thanks.” Zoey couldn’t help it – she laughed at her own joke. Jasper merely rolled her eyes in response. At least Zoey was happier. “Maybe though, maybe-“ It seemed her phone had other plans in that moment however as it began to vibrate. For a moment the redhead brightened as she retrieved and unlocked the phone, eyes scanning the message. Instantly her grin dripped to a grimace and she straightened up.
“Business calls, Miss Kasimir?”
“Business calls.” She agreed, pocketing the phone. “This time don’t stay up waiting for me.” They both of course knew that Jasper wouldn’t listen to that, but there was no time to argue. Slipping into a shadow had Zoey soon taking the faster route back to her home, and a quick changing session later had Reaper backtracking to head towards Francesco Way.
Admittedly, Zoey did have to stop briefly atop a roof to check on her phone where in the world 3155 Francesco Way was. She didn’t exactly know her way around this part of town easily.
With that little hiccup out of the way it took only a few minutes for Zoey to find her way to the proper neighbourhood, soon cautiously crouched on top of a roof two doors down from the target. She briefly considered shadow stepping just that bit further to the roof of 3155, but to be honest Zoey wasn’t even sure it would hold her weight – it was already partially gone! Not to mention the place seemed abandoned. Definitely wasn’t one of her properties.
Taking a deep breath Reaper focused on the hidden part of her abilities, trying to pick apart the mass of dark blobs in her minds’ eye as she sought out beacons. It was easier the closer she was, and so she could tell at least one thing about the house – and there was someone hiding nearby. A frown tugged at Reaper’s lips beneath her black mask as she considered what to do, wondering if one of her teammates had already started investigating. This would be so much easier if Ditch had given them each other’s phone numbers – or they even thought to do so themselves. A small huff before Reaper made an executive decision and was soon shadow stepping once more, looking for the beacon that was out of place and away from the house. If it was a civilian maybe a little power display could convince them to leave.
Luckily, it never came to that. Reaper quirked a brow beneath her mask as she glanced over another roof’s edge towards the powerhouse known as Tank. He was hiding, apparently waiting for the rest of them. It was best not to keep him waiting. Reaper stepped back and once more disappeared into a shadow at her feet, only to step out right beside Tank – well, almost. If he swung from surprise she didn’t want to be in range.
“Has anyone else come?” The vigilante asked quietly. There was no point in hiding her voice right now – he already heard it the other day. “Because there’s at least one person around the vicinity of that house.” A pause then, as Reaper glanced between the house and Tank.
“… How are you going to get in there?”
“And I appreciate it Wilson, but the company will still be in the clear with lower rates.”
“At almost triple the time!“
“Wilson.” From her position in front of the desk, one leg crossed over the other with her back straight and brow arched, Zoey Kasimir fitted her coldest gaze upon her regional manager. She at least fit the part of rich bitch well enough in this moment. “As I’ve stated I appreciate your efforts, but Vale Street Apartments were originally made for low income families.” Wilson was a good business man, fit and with hair just barely beginning to grey, but in this moment his age was beginning to show as he dealt with this young upstart. He rubbed a great hand at the bridge of his nose, taking in a deep breath.
“There’s not even time to change the plans to something less expensive, the McClain boys are all set to start demolition.”
“Then don’t change them.” Another frustrated groan.
“Miss Kasimir, our business the past few years has been thriving, with only the lightest touch from your father before-“
“Well maybe we should change our business plan from that of a murderer!” And just like that the mask broke, and with it Zoey’s calm. Her brows furrowed down harshly and teeth gritting. In an instant she was on her feet, grinding out between her teeth. “I’ve made my decision. Is that clear, Wilson?”
“…”
“I said, is. That. Clear?”
“… Yes, Miss Kasimir. My apologies.” As soon as the words left his mouth the desire to leave entered Zoey’s body, but she managed to grit down the urge to instead hold her hand out and keep her gaze level with the older man’s.
“Thank you. Keep up the good work, Wilson, I’ll see myself out.”
“It was my pleasure.”
It took only moments after that for Zoey to reach outside once more, pace steady and confident as she walked through the head office of Kasimir Realty. The receptionist made sure to tell her to enjoy the rest of the day, earning a small nod in response. As soon as the door to the limousine closed however the redhead immediately began to curse, hissing through her teeth. As Jasper slid into the driver’s seat she merely raised an eyebrow and started the car.
“I take it the meeting went well, Miss Kasimir.”
“Arrogant, condescending man! Oh no, it’ll take a little longer to recoup our costs from construction. Oh nooo, your father never bothered us before because he was too busy being an evil, vile man!”
“I doubt they were quite so forward, Miss Kasimir.” A huff was Jasper’s response, the young woman crossing her arms and sinking into the seat in a mood reminiscent of a brooding child.
“I need a drink, Jasper.”
“Of course. Will you be inviting the one who inspired this change to join you?” A small quirk of her brow was the first sign that Jasper had sufficiently derailed Zoey’s line of thought, the vigilante’s fingers briefly moving to touch where the top of her phone just barely peeked from a pocket. Due completely to her charms Zoey had a new number in her phone, one that she was now considering calling.
“You don’t think it’d be too soon?”
“Fortune favors the bold.”
“I’m not interested in asking that reporter out, thanks.” Zoey couldn’t help it – she laughed at her own joke. Jasper merely rolled her eyes in response. At least Zoey was happier. “Maybe though, maybe-“ It seemed her phone had other plans in that moment however as it began to vibrate. For a moment the redhead brightened as she retrieved and unlocked the phone, eyes scanning the message. Instantly her grin dripped to a grimace and she straightened up.
“Business calls, Miss Kasimir?”
“Business calls.” She agreed, pocketing the phone. “This time don’t stay up waiting for me.” They both of course knew that Jasper wouldn’t listen to that, but there was no time to argue. Slipping into a shadow had Zoey soon taking the faster route back to her home, and a quick changing session later had Reaper backtracking to head towards Francesco Way.
Admittedly, Zoey did have to stop briefly atop a roof to check on her phone where in the world 3155 Francesco Way was. She didn’t exactly know her way around this part of town easily.
With that little hiccup out of the way it took only a few minutes for Zoey to find her way to the proper neighbourhood, soon cautiously crouched on top of a roof two doors down from the target. She briefly considered shadow stepping just that bit further to the roof of 3155, but to be honest Zoey wasn’t even sure it would hold her weight – it was already partially gone! Not to mention the place seemed abandoned. Definitely wasn’t one of her properties.
Taking a deep breath Reaper focused on the hidden part of her abilities, trying to pick apart the mass of dark blobs in her minds’ eye as she sought out beacons. It was easier the closer she was, and so she could tell at least one thing about the house – and there was someone hiding nearby. A frown tugged at Reaper’s lips beneath her black mask as she considered what to do, wondering if one of her teammates had already started investigating. This would be so much easier if Ditch had given them each other’s phone numbers – or they even thought to do so themselves. A small huff before Reaper made an executive decision and was soon shadow stepping once more, looking for the beacon that was out of place and away from the house. If it was a civilian maybe a little power display could convince them to leave.
Luckily, it never came to that. Reaper quirked a brow beneath her mask as she glanced over another roof’s edge towards the powerhouse known as Tank. He was hiding, apparently waiting for the rest of them. It was best not to keep him waiting. Reaper stepped back and once more disappeared into a shadow at her feet, only to step out right beside Tank – well, almost. If he swung from surprise she didn’t want to be in range.
“Has anyone else come?” The vigilante asked quietly. There was no point in hiding her voice right now – he already heard it the other day. “Because there’s at least one person around the vicinity of that house.” A pause then, as Reaper glanced between the house and Tank.
“… How are you going to get in there?”
YOU HANDCUFFED ME TO THIS RP WHEN I OFFERED TO LEAVE IN THE BEGINNING.
... and now I've super glued myself to the microwave.
... and now I've super glued myself to the microwave.
Chapter two is about over powered classes on WoW?
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