corneredbliss

Omega Station / Boop!

"He's just not answering?" Janetta shook her head no, turning the device off and slipping it into her left back pocket. It wasn't a service problem. The call went through; there was simply no answer. This was definitely a red flag - Burchill never ignored a call, especially from what was technically his second-in-command when it came to the Prison Bay. And in a time like this, where he should be expecting contact at any moment, he would normally be responsive. It was just in his character to be on top of all responsibilities, and for him not to be spoke volumes as to the possible state of his being.

Suddenly, the tone in her officer's voice changed. Jan brought her attention to his face to see that it had darkened, almost as if it weren't really Ryobi anymore. It was strange, seeing her inner thoughts reflected there, as if he had been reading her mind. She had been so certain that she needed to keep composure to assure him that she was alright about all of this, but it was as if his enthusiasm about justice (as per what they probably both told themselves to conceal their true motivations) was giving her permission to express what she was in denial about. It probably wasn't the proper way to go about all of this, but Janetta embraced it anyway.

"Hell yeah, I'm coming. Let's get those fuckers."

The two of them took off in the direction towards Central, the spine of the station that held the Captain's Office. Kitt, having picked up on the change in their demeanors, followed along behind them with concern. If the Captain wasn't answering his comms device, it definitely wasn't a good sign. As she followed behind them, she tried her own radio system, but as it was on the same network as Ryobi's, it didn't work. Dutifully, she kept her scanners on, making sure to keep the two of her companions in sight as they moved.

The trio, careful to navigate their way towards the elevators, made their way there safely and without interruption. The two officers - very hyperaware and cautious - made sure to cover the camera system with a layer of the pepper spray, blurring their images in case anyone was actually watching the feeds. It was highly unlikely, but they couldn't be too sure. Two flights up, the doors of the elevator opened, and the party froze.

They couldn't see what was causing it, but it was immediately brought to their attention that the entire floor was silent but for a singular noise coming from around the corner. It was a repeated sound; a mechanical whir and then a thudding. It sounded like metal on metal, but they couldn't really be sure.

Kitt, already aware of what they needed of her, moved her attention beyond the corner, where the Captain's office was located. "Captain Burchill and Officer Benton are inside," she spoke lowly, and with a frowning intonation, "They're both on the floor, at the far end of the room. They don't appear to be moving, and their vitals are... They're dead. The Captain and Officer Benton appear to be dead." Now nervous, Kitt blinked and glanced at the two officers beside her. She hoped to whatever that her readings were wrong - maybe it was the distance that was screwing with her scanners?

Janetta had already reached behind her and slipped her pistol from its hiding place, holding it at the ready. She was watching Ryobi intensely, the noise from beyond the corner constant in her ears. "You ready?"

Omega Station / Boop!

Janetta, back to normal if not just a tad quieter than usual, followed Ryobi out of the showers and back to her office, where Kitt was waiting for them. Her backpack was in her hands, and the warden raised an eyebrow at it before assuming that Ito had gotten what he could've from her office and thrown it in there. Again, she was glad that at least one of them was being thorough.

"Are you alright, Warden Pryce?" Kitt asked, watching her intently as Ryobi took the backpack from her.

"I'm fine, Kitt, thank you. Sorry about the show. I hope you'll forgive me for my indecency." The robot promptly shook her head in reply. "Nothing to apologize for, Warden. I am just happy that you are safe now."

Feeling something pushed into her hands, Jan looked down to see that she had been handed her own pepper spray. She nodded at his statement, tucking the small canister into the front right pocket of her jeans. There was a part of her that felt like responding with: Fine, let those fuckers find us. We'll give them hell. But she merely cleared her throat and said, "Right."

Finally, he transferred the radio to her. It was a small, light blue, circular device with a touch screen that came to life as Janetta wrapped her hand around it. She gave him a final, quick nod as she pressed the icon on the screen that read Captain Burchill. The screen went yellow for a few seconds, before going black. "That's... weird," she muttered as she hung up the call. Ryobi would know that the Captain's face should have been staring back at them after the few seconds of yellow, and the fact that it went black meant there was no answer. Janetta tried again, pulling up the yellow screen before it again faded to black.

Her gaze moved to Ryobi for his reaction, a furrowed brow and a quick lick of her lips showing her own apprehension. "No answer." She turned back towards their robot companion. "Kitt, no one's contacted you from the Captain's office, have they?" The receptionist shook her head no, and Jan sucked at her teeth for a moment of thought. "What are you thinking?" Her attention returned to her officer. "I think we should go check this out. Whatever we find in there... We need to know what's going on with the Captain."

Beginner's DnD 5e Game - Group 2

Araerys Talbot

"It has been said that only two things are infinite: the universe, and human gullibility. Fortunately for us, my friends, both of these are true!"

Omega Station / Boop!

Janetta, surprised at the command and still a bit on edge from the earlier episode, opened her mouth to retort but stopped herself at the sight of his smirk. Everything's fine. Keep your shit together, Pryce. It's just Ryobi.

The warden closed her eyes for a second of relief at that last statement, and laughed softly at herself. She trusted this guy. Hell, she probably trusted him more than her own damn self right now. But she would rather bite off her own fingers than admit that Ginhearst had gotten her a lot more shaken than she cared to admit, and so complied by sinking down onto the bench without protest. Tilting her head back so that Ryobi could see the wound, she allowed a few hisses and flinches to betray her while he cleaned it. In all honesty, she had been so focused on recollecting herself under the comforting spray of water that she'd temporarily forgotten all about it. Once again, Ito had her ass covered, and Janetta's gratitude came in the form of listening to him without interruption; especially when he got to admitting his theory on this whole situation.

Her brows had furrowed as her gaze floated up to the man, who was now dressing the wound. She scoffed as if to say "obviously" when he mentioned the bit about trusting her. Did he really think someone on their team could be behind this shit show? Impossible. Well, not impossible - but definitely improbable. Why? Janetta supposed that was the million dollar question.

When Ryobi had finished with the bandages, Jan stood up from the bench, sweeping up the pistol beside her as she went. She checked the mag to see how many bullets were left, and satisfied with finding it full, she clicked it back into place just as Ito was finishing up. The warden tucked the barrel of the pistol behind her into the waistband of her jeans, and made to respond with her thoughts just as Ito spoke again: "I'm damn glad we didn't lose you too, Jan."

The tone of his voice was something almost foreign to her. They were never really sentimental with each other; it just wasn't their thing, and that worked perfectly well for them. In her denial of her current state, it almost offended her that he would bring it back up like this, after she had just worked so hard to get it under wraps before he caught up with her. "I'm fine," she snapped, her expression akin to a glare as she looked back at him. "I'm fine. I'm just-" She stopped herself, averted her eyes from his face and forced herself to take a breath.

After a moment, she shrugged her shoulders, and again, the vulnerability he witnessed in her office crept back into her figure. "It's done. Keep moving." It almost seemed as if she were just talking to herself, but she met his gaze again, and shifted her weight forward as if she were going to move towards him but changed her mind. "I'll be fine," she said decisively, though her voice was soft. Then she added, "I'm glad we didn't lose you either, Ryobi."

neotokyo ⋮⋮ ネオトウキョウ

Phoebe Akiyama

^{Phoebe's style is contemporary casual; loose fitting shirts and pants that make it seem like she put effort into her outfits.
a wolf in sheep's clothing.}

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name.

Phoebe Mei Akiyama.

aliases.

- Phoebs _{It's a shortened version of her first name. Obviously.}
- Eury _{Her "work name".}

sex.

Female

age.

25

occupations.

- Manager at Tokyo Arcade

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height.

5’7”

weight.

134 lb.

body type.

Slim, feminine, but toned. Sarah makes her run in the mornings.

strengths.

- Technologically savvy ^{| Hacking prodigy.}
- Psychology nerd ^{| Knows how to win people over with verbal + body language.}
- Resourceful + Conniving ^{| Evil schemes abound against those who threaten her.}
- Level headed ^{| Calculating + calm under pressure. Puts Sarah at ease.}

weaknesses.

- Sarah Takumi + Kotori Akiyama ^{| The two most important people in her life.}
- Physically weak ^{| Phoebe is incapable of defending herself in hand-to-hand.}
- Heights ^{| Phoebe has a fear of unreasonable heights.}

skills.

- Video gaming ^{| It's in her blood.}
- Multilingual ^{| English, Japanese, Spanish}
- Walking thesaurus ^{| She knows a lot of words. It can get annoying.}
- Handguns ^{| Phoebs is a sub-par shooter, taught by Sarah.}

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personality.

Phoebe possesses a quiet confidence, one that doesn't need a strong physical prowess to alert everyone of her presence in a room. She's sweet and charming, able to win people over with a silver tongue and a seemingly innocent demeanor. Phoebe plays nicely until she doesn't get her way; and then she becomes your enemy with a smile on her face.

backstory.

Phoebe Mei Akiyama was born in Europe to a Japanese mother and a Spanish father who didn't stick around after the deed was done. Her mother had been abroad on some search for herself, trying to find some peace of mind (or something), and instead got pregnant. After learning of her pregnancy, Kotori Akiyama returned to Japan to be under the care of her family in Tokyo. Nine months later, Phoebe entered existence with that same quiet confidence that she possessed today.

An only child, she was spoiled by her grandparents, taught that she could have whatever she wanted. This mentality, mixed with a certain hunger to prove herself anyway, resulted in an abundance of toys and gifts, as well as a library filled with books she requested. Phoebe may have been overindulged as a child, but at least she made something of it; countless hours spent buried in books resulted in honors throughout her schooling, an expansive knowledge of random and useful topics, and eventually, the top position at the University of Tokyo in technology and computer sciences.

Phoebe had always been tech-savvy; it ran in her family. Her grandfather, also a technophile, owned an arcade near the University, and she was a magnet at his side whenever she wasn't in school or reading. As both she and her grandfather grew older, Phoebe began taking on more of the responsibilities of the arcade, and when he passed away, it was her turn to take care of his legacy. It was there that she met Sarah Takumi, the hot-headed and incredibly fascinating creature that she became taken with. She came out to her family, and while they disliked the idea of having a lesbian for their kin, they could never really say no to her. Much like Sarah, who - though originally opposed to the idea - agreed to marry her after a few years of living together.

Immediately following graduation from the University, someone had contacted Phoebe for her skills, offering money and security in exchange for embezzling money from banks or mixing the codes of some security in order to patch over a sketchy period of recording. Unable to say no to a challenge and opportunity like this, she signed on and began working for this mafia entity. Eventually Sarah found out about it, and signed on, as well.

Life was amazing for a while, with the two of them making plenty of money to live beyond comfortably. But a one-eighty could happen at any moment - something Phoebe took for granted - and it all went to shit after one job. A drunk client, sloppy and grotesquely unappealing, had called her in, which quickly turned into an attempted assault. Luckily, the asshole passed out from too much gin before he could do any real damage, but Phoebe's mind had been made from the minute he placed a dirty paw on her hip.

When she returned home to Sarah that night, tears were running down a face that had been stony just moments before she stepped through the doorway. Phoebe explained the incident and got Sarah nice and riled up, before gently proposing the plan she'd been brewing since she left the client's home. The next time she received a call from the scumbag, Phoebe came with a pleasant smile and offered him poisoned tea, courtesy of her wife. It worked; he was dead within a minute, and Phoebe had gotten her revenge. But karma was a bitch, and fucked with the hacking she had done to cover their trails through the camera systems. She could only guess that something had alerted security to an intruder in the systems, even though the cameras had gone offline.

Now she and her wife were on the run, and while there was a small voice inside of Phoebe that felt badly for ruining the life they'd had, the one shouting that it was worth it was much louder.

extra.

- Theme
- Although she can hide and survive well enough on her own, Phoebe is dependent on Sarah when it comes to their physical defense. The two are attached at the hip, and Phoebe wouldn't want it (or couldn't have it) any other way.
- She drinks a lot of tea and doesn't drive too often. Shocker.

Omega Station / Boop!

"Of course, sir."

Kitt cautiously stepped a wide circle around the pool of blood and its origin, curiosity just enough to stare at Ginhearst's body until she had crossed into a clear area. She didn't know what shivers felt like, but she imagined they'd be wracking her body if she were capable of having them. With Officer Ito behind her, Kitt began to check for Warden Pryce's backpack, and luckily found it in the locker.

She brought it back to Ryobi, who was dressing his wound. Kitt had to prevent herself from saying something about the Med Bay, knowing that both he and Pryce wanted to put it off for now. Instead, she took a step back and let Officer Ito pack his things, agreeing to watch the backpack while he went to patch up the Warden.

Nervous about staying inside the room with a dead human, Kitt grabbed the pack and padded her way outside, making a home against the wall outside of the Warden's office. She kept her scanners on and at the ready, on alert.

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How dare that shower feel as good as it did.

Janetta, once again fully dressed, was just pulling her hair up into a long ponytail as Ryobi entered the room. Finally refreshed and coherent, it was back to business. "What happened to you?" she asked, knowing he would take it as a cue to recount his adventures prior to busting in on her and her assailant. "Anyone contact you yet?"

ネオトウキョウ ⋮⋮ time to become ghosts

And here's the other half of the team~
@JBRam2002

Phoebe Akiyama

^{Phoebe's style is contemporary casual; loose fitting shirts and pants that make it seem like she put effort into her outfits.
a wolf in sheep's clothing.}

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ＰＨＯＥＢＥ ＡＫＩＹＡＭＡ

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name.

Phoebe Mei Akiyama.

aliases.

- Phoebs _{It's a shortened version of her first name. Obviously.}
- Eury _{Her "work name".}

sex.

Female

age.

25

occupations.

- Manager at Tokyo Arcade

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height.

5’7”

weight.

134 lb.

body type.

Slim, feminine, but toned. Sarah makes her run in the mornings.

strengths.

- Technologically savvy ^{| Hacking prodigy.}
- Psychology nerd ^{| Knows how to win people over with verbal + body language.}
- Resourceful + Conniving ^{| Evil schemes abound against those who threaten her.}
- Level headed ^{| Calculating + calm under pressure. Puts Sarah at ease.}

weaknesses.

- Sarah Takumi + Kotori Akiyama ^{| The two most important people in her life.}
- Physically weak ^{| Phoebe is incapable of defending herself in hand-to-hand.}
- Heights ^{| Phoebe has a fear of unreasonable heights.}

skills.

- Video gaming ^{| It's in her blood.}
- Multilingual ^{| English, Japanese, Spanish}
- Walking thesaurus ^{| She knows a lot of words. It can get annoying.}
- Handguns ^{| Phoebs is a sub-par shooter, taught by Sarah.}

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personality.

Phoebe possesses a quiet confidence, one that doesn't need a strong physical prowess to alert everyone of her presence in a room. She's sweet and charming, able to win people over with a silver tongue and a seemingly innocent demeanor. Phoebe plays nicely until she doesn't get her way; and then she becomes your enemy with a smile on her face.

backstory.

Phoebe Mei Akiyama was born in Europe to a Japanese mother and a Spanish father who didn't stick around after the deed was done. Her mother had been abroad on some search for herself, trying to find some peace of mind (or something), and instead got pregnant. After learning of her pregnancy, Kotori Akiyama returned to Japan to be under the care of her family in Tokyo. Nine months later, Phoebe entered existence with that same quiet confidence that she possessed today.

An only child, she was spoiled by her grandparents, taught that she could have whatever she wanted. This mentality, mixed with a certain hunger to prove herself anyway, resulted in an abundance of toys and gifts, as well as a library filled with books she requested. Phoebe may have been overindulged as a child, but at least she made something of it; countless hours spent buried in books resulted in honors throughout her schooling, an expansive knowledge of random and useful topics, and eventually, the top position at the University of Tokyo in technology and computer sciences.

Phoebe had always been tech-savvy; it ran in her family. Her grandfather, also a technophile, owned an arcade near the University, and she was a magnet at his side whenever she wasn't in school or reading. As both she and her grandfather grew older, Phoebe began taking on more of the responsibilities of the arcade, and when he passed away, it was her turn to take care of his legacy. It was there that she met Sarah Takumi, the hot-headed and incredibly fascinating creature that she became taken with. She came out to her family, and while they disliked the idea of having a lesbian for their kin, they could never really say no to her. Much like Sarah, who - though originally opposed to the idea - agreed to marry her after a few years of living together.

Immediately following graduation from the University, someone had contacted Phoebe for her skills, offering money and security in exchange for embezzling money from banks or mixing the codes of some security in order to patch over a sketchy period of recording. Unable to say no to a challenge and opportunity like this, she signed on and began working for this mafia entity. Eventually Sarah found out about it, and signed on, as well.

Life was amazing for a while, with the two of them making plenty of money to live beyond comfortably. But a one-eighty could happen at any moment - something Phoebe took for granted - and it all went to shit after one job. A drunk client, sloppy and grotesquely unappealing, had called her in, which quickly turned into an attempted assault. Luckily, the asshole passed out from too much gin before he could do any real damage, but Phoebe's mind had been made from the minute he placed a dirty paw on her hip.

When she returned home to Sarah that night, tears were running down a face that had been stony just moments before she stepped through the doorway. Phoebe explained the incident and got Sarah nice and riled up, before gently proposing the plan she'd been brewing since she left the client's home. The next time she received a call from the scumbag, Phoebe came with a pleasant smile and offered him poisoned tea, courtesy of her wife. It worked; he was dead within a minute, and Phoebe had gotten her revenge. But karma was a bitch, and fucked with the hacking she had done to cover their trails through the camera systems. She could only guess that something had alerted security to an intruder in the systems, even though the cameras had gone offline.

Now she and her wife were on the run, and while there was a small voice inside of Phoebe that felt badly for ruining the life they'd had, the one shouting that it was worth it was much louder.

extra.

- Theme
- Phoebe cannot survive without Sarah (figuratively and probably literally, especially now).
- She drinks a lot of tea and doesn't drive too often (surprise, surprise).

ネオトウキョウ ⋮⋮ time to become ghosts

@JBRam2002Pfft. I live to challenge you. No plebs allowed. (:

@corneredbliss Pretty sure we are given that Grim has stated she'll accept apps based on quality, not on who comes first.

@Buddha

Cool, will try and get an app in as soon as I can.

ネオトウキョウ ⋮⋮ time to become ghosts

Throwing my hat in here, if you're still accepting apps?

Omega Station / Boop!

Janetta hid the small smile elicited by Ryobi's response behind her hair; it was a subtle mixture of amusement and - most importantly - relief that he wasn't going to baby her about all of this. In all the time she'd known him, he had always had the correct instincts about her... On and off the clock. It really was unfortunate that he had a family waiting for him at home. Not that the fact had stopped Jan before. She was never really one to apologize for taking what she needed, and appreciated that Ryobi was of a similar nature.

Her thoughts were interrupted as the cuffs released their hold around her wrists, and the warden sucked a breath in as she stretched them out, wincing at how sore they were. There was a slight dizziness that washed over her as she stood up from the chair, but it left quickly; Ryobi had made a good call on holding off on the medbots. She was fine, for the most part, and she really wasn't up for dealing with being probed by the doctor or her minions right now.

A shower. Janetta didn't realize just how much she wanted to take a fucking shower until Ryobi mentioned it. The faintest groan escaped her at the thought of that simple luxury as she tugged her panties up from around her feet and made her way slowly towards the locker in the back corner of the office. She always kept a few pieces of clothing there for comfort, especially on the long nights. "First aid kit's in the bottom drawer of the desk," she said as she extracted a dark green shirt and a pair of jeans from the locker. She bent down to fish a pair of sneakers out, as well, and a last object that she grabbed from the bottom drawer of the file cabinet.

"And here's a present for you - I'm sure yours is in the hands of one of those scumbags," she added, reaching out to hand him the loaded pistol that she should have used on the asshole bleeding on her floor. When Ryobi had taken it, she bent down and grabbed her issued gun from where her duty belt had fallen. "I'm going to the showers." For a brief moment, unspoken words of a memory hung in the air between them, exchanged by a glance. Then, unable to help herself, Janetta grinned at him. "Come find me when you want to talk."

She brushed past him, perhaps slower than necessary, and exited her office. At the entrance, she patted Kitt affectionately on the head. "Thanks for your help too, darling," Ryobi could hear her murmur before disappearing from sight. At this point, Jan didn't give a shit that she was half naked and wandering a potentially dangerous hallway. Her usual shell of an exterior was returning, and she wasn't about to play anything safe after having had the power so harshly taken away from her. If anyone tried to attack her now, they'd enjoy a nice glimpse of their Warden's figure before she filled their eyeholes with lead.

Kitt watched the Warden strut down towards the prison showers in her underwear and a torn shirt, completely at a loss for what to say. She cleared her nonexistent throat and averted her eyes as Pryce turned the corner into the showers, and slowly stepped back into the office to face Officer Ito. "Perhaps... Ahem... Warden Pryce didn't really take anything besides the clothes and her pistol, sir. Perhaps we should take her comms device, as well? It might be helpful in contacting the Captain, if you need it."

There. That was a good change of topic. Job well done, Kitt.

The prison showers were essentially a large room with stalls and sinks on one side and a long line of sectioned off showers and benches on the other. Janetta, impatient as ever, had begun stripping as soon as she entered the room, leaving a trail of clothing pieces that led to a bench. There, she deposited her pistol and shoes before stepping underneath one of the shower heads. She turned the knob until the water ran hot over her skin and it filled the immediate area with steam.