Blue Demon

"Okay, This Looks Bad."

This friend of yours has good taste. :D

I've seen a few pages from the Black Canary run, but I'm not digging it. Making her a young 20-something just takes away something from her character. :\ Plus, a band, seriously? She fights magic demon things while playing in a band... That's just. There are no words in my vocabulary to express my feelings.

And I should get your reply up to you later today. You're now #2 on my list. Haha.

The Minds of the Living

It was quite easy to secure a fake invite. With a system that heavily relied on technology it was very vulnerable to Devin. The man knew hos way around computers. Which apparently included government archives in Berlin. She had spent the past two days watching the archive before making her move. The only reason why she was rushing it was the Intel she had received that have pushed her into moving.

Talon and the Americans were moving. Jessica swaggered into the Archive as if she owned it. With a beaming smile directed towards the man staffing the main desk. "<Good afternoon.>" Jessica greeted him in German. "<Vivian Angstrom.>"

Jessica produced fake documents showing the fake name. The woman had even dressed to the nines to match the appearance of a wealthy Spanish mogul's wife. Money always moved mountains.

The man behind the counter examined her documents before passing them back. "<The document is very popular. We already have two groups down in the archives. It might be a while before you're allowed to view it.>"

The fact nearly made Jessica wince internally. She knew she was behind dang it! There was no need to rub it in her face. But aloud she said; "<That's fine. I'll wait.>"

Like hell. Jessica waited until the man's attention was off her before she moved away and slipped into the elevator with another man. With calm assurance that this was where she was supposed to be, she pressed the button to the proper floor. Her assurance was such that the other occupant didn't even question her being there without an escort. When she stepped off the elevator, she paused after the doors closed. She lifted her leg to check for her ceramic knife, perfect for not setting off metal detectors. It was still there. Though it was a shame that was her only weapon.

Jessica slipped off her heels and tossed them in the nearest trash can. They'd only slow her down now. That taken care of the treasure hunter slunk down the hallway, keeping a wary eye out for Talon and the Americans and any other sharks that were circling the drain.

Go through the Alphabet before someone posts a My Little Pony Picture

C

Go through the Alphabet before someone posts a My Little Pony Picture

A

"Okay, This Looks Bad."

Shame on you. Shun the non believer. Shhuuuuuunnnnn.

I'm more of a DC than a Marcel girl. I admit I really enjoyed their movies. But over all, I don't follow any of their main titles.

Though the strange thing is currently I own more Marcel comics than DC. Haha. I guess I just might be a hypocrite...

Scattered Shades: Arcadia Chronicles

That's good. I'd hate to have to drop out of another fun RP because I can't keep up.

Scattered Shades: Arcadia Chronicles

Oh right, I forgot to mention:

Although I would appreciate 1 post a day from everyone,

@tex

Would have been nice to know before hand. Seriously. Best I'll probably manage is every other day dude.

"Okay, This Looks Bad."

All mine are DC. But I too am a sucker for the terrible jokes.

"Okay, This Looks Bad."

I tried to find a comic to one up your joke...

But I failed. XD

Scattered Shades: Arcadia Chronicles

Ebenezer's leg bounced as he sat in the Survey Initiative HQ. His anxiety was showing quite obviously. So much in fact that no one was sitting anywhere near him. Or sitting at all. The other eleven were all nicely lined up. Lambs to a slaughter, his mind supplied. Not that Ebenezer cared. Instead his eyes jumped from person to person, never settling on anyone or anything. He had been so close to not coming to this meeting. Despite the veiled threats directed his way. That the CMAS had used the Headmaster at Duvell had only served to agitate him. The only reason he was here was because of one man.

Ebenezer focused on the words the woman who was speaking. If Ebenezer thought too much about that man, he'd think of his name and his face. Which would mean trouble for that man. Ebenezer wasn't the only one with demon problems. And while they hunted him, it was nothing compared to what they were doing to find that man.

The woman's droning voice was a nice anchor for his mind. Not even Imp's swaying could distract him. His task here was to determine what the CMAS wanted from him. And maybe a few other things along the way. Prove demons were real, find ancient ruins, the usual.

"Cold." Imp hissed. It's reptilian voice was flat, much like the woman who was still speaking.

"You are?" Ebenezer asked curiously. Imp always spoke in riddles.

"Her. Cold." Imp's claws dug into Ebenezer's shoulders as it swayed. It's great black eyes were wide as it stared.

"Interesting." Ebenezer murmured. He already knew she could care even less than him about other people's lives. This crew they established could all die and she wouldn't care. CMAS never would care about any lives but their own. Which was why they forced him to stop his research. They knew he was onto something. Those demons that pulled CMAS' strings didn't like that not one little bit.