Evil Ghost Note

Baybridge: Halcyon Days [Superpowers/Semi-Sandbox]

Hey all. Sorry I've been mia. My net has been off all week. It should be on sometime tomorrow.

@Altered Tundra

damn it

Baybridge: Halcyon Days [Superpowers/Semi-Sandbox]

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_{@Mr Allen J & @Spoopy Scary}

Regal Square, Prince-Edfield_

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"I'm not really the kind of person to do that, sweetheart." Francis started off. "Besides... far, far, too many lives have been lost because somebody saw an obvious problem - but did nothin' because 'it's not my problem.'"

"Then we're cut from the same cloth." Andrea said with a smile and nodded approvingly to Francis. There was nothing about him - posture, thoughts, or other tells - that indicated he was being anything but honest.

"I honestly can say DOVE needs more people like you," Francis said, before he turned his head, "and... how about I help you look into Happiness a bit?" He asked. "I got the clearance. I can find just about anything that isn't top secret. It can't hurt to at least look into it to see if some weird Metahuman isn't making it."

"That quite a compliment - and... and very appreciated!" She commented. Even though a psychic, it was difficult actually believing that she'd get the support she was asking for. "Disappointing that my supervisor may not agree, but her mind is set. Not much I can do, you know?"

Andrea straightened her clothing a little more in vain attempt to appear neater and more professional. She'll have to be careful to not let the man's flattery get to her head. Boys back in school would get in her way with that nonsense all the time. All in good fun of course, but distracting, and she had to keep sharp. Still, there weren't any thoughts or emotions in Francis' head that'd insinuate any romantic interest - the man genuinely wanted to help. In that case, there were a couple of things that she should probably give him so he wasn't treading already explored ground.

"Anyways, you don't have to look too far." Andrea began to explain. The enthusiasm in her voice was pretty clear. "I've already compiled documents covering everything from sightings to side-effects."

Barely waiting for a reaction, she began digging through her messenger bag and brought out a stack of papers. To the naked eye, it could have very well been at least a quarter-inch thick.

"First five pages are all names of accounted for users with brief dossiers, includes history and conditions, then we have first sightings of the drug and the pattern of its travel and use in the city - I still need to trace them back to a point of origin - an in-depth summary and analysis of the intended effects, then you have reported side-effects after use of drug, followed by--"

Francis was wondering if she would drone on and on about it here of all places. He kept that smile on his face even though he wanted to frown. Maybe he could just-

"--and no, I know what you're thinking," she said, glaring a little bit after him, "humor me for one more second - followed by the victims' medical history."

Andrea finally stopped for a moment, looking at Francis expectantly.

He awkwardly chuckled as he realized she was a bit sharper than he expected!

Not that he thought she was dumb, but she pretty much read him like a card! That smile waned a little bit as Francis put his hand on the stack of papers, and lightly pushed them downwards as a gesture to stop.

"Not tryna' discourage you, but look around," Francis said, "We can talk about the specifics later, yeah? Let's have some fun, forget about work... forget about Happiness. Just for a second."

For a moment, Andrea was silent. She broke that silence with a sigh and gripped the stack of papers with both her hands and drifted her glowing eyes back down to Francis.

"I know this isn't as important to you as it is to me." Andrea urged. Of course it wasn't. Otherwise she wouldn't have began the case first. "I understand that, it's okay... but I have... a personal stake in this. I can't just forget about it."

She paused for a second and her eyes darted curiously between Francis and no person or place in particular in that time.

"And you aren't asking me to..." Andrea droned slightly, before seemingly snapping back, "this is just something I need out of the way. I mean... what I told you, really, that's it. Just a quick overview. The papers are where you'll get actual specifics... it's a place to start."

The young woman offered Francis the papers once more, apparently eager to get the information in someone else's hands.

Well... if it would make Andrea feel better, Francis would take the papers. He intended on reading them after the rally (He had to finish patrolling all the food stands), but he took the stack of papers in hand. Before he quickly scanned through a few of the pages with his rather impressive reading speed.

"I've got other copies. Well, copies of copies." Andrea admitted. "And a flash drive. Plus a Dropbox... with a private address."

This woman was committed. Francis was now worried what he got himself into, but he was going to see this through to the end. Though, that smile had long faded.

"...This will do, but I'll definitely contact you if I lose it." Francis assured her, as he nodded his head as he finished reading.

"I'll finish this later... maybe while we're eating, yes?" He hoped she didn't interpret it as wanting a date. He had no interest in Andrea that way (it'd be really unprofessional, and Francis just wasn't into Andrea). "There's a lot of food here... and I'd like to try some real American cuisine."

Andrea just laughed a little bit, feeling the tension finally beginning to slip away. She replied in bemusement, "Yeah, right. American cuisine."

At least he made her laugh! Francis started walking with his arms swinging wide. "From Brazil," Francis explained. "So, everything's new to me."

"Poland." Andrea answered.

"Oh?" Francis asked, "How's it like?"

He stopped once he got to a few of the food stands. "So, could ya' do me a favor, and pick out what you think is the best food here?" He smiled as she put his hand out to display all these stands. Ranging from fried chicken, to funnel cake, to french fries. There was a lot to choose from. "I'll pay for both of us."

"Um..." Andrea began thoughtfully. Lord, she hadn't thought about eating this kind of junk food in... ever. She finished sarcastically, "Define best? Most good food in America are in restaurants. From other cultures."

"Well," Francis shrugged, before he answered, "What tastes the best."

"That narrows it down." Andrea mused, tapping her chin with the tip of her finger. "I would just stick to the ice cream and maybe the french fries."

"Ice cream it is." Francis said, followed by a chuckle. "I gotta say, I have a mean sweet tooth..."

He peered over towards the french fry stand, and saw a greasy mess that made his stomach churn.

"... And I like having good arteries."

He walked over to the ice cream stand, and had to resist sticking his tongue out like one of those cartoons! He had plenty to choose from! Francis was never one for chocolate, and he always loved caramel! So he got the vanilla ice cream topped with caramel and marshmallows. It just sounded delicious! Francis was going to enjoy this. He nudged at Andrea.

"Feel free to get whatever you want," Francis smiled at her. "On me."

"I'll just have the same as you." Andrea insisted with a smile. She had a good feeling about the future.

Baybridge: Halcyon Days [Superpowers/Semi-Sandbox]

I know the RP is slow at the mo', but I promise it'll pick up (This RP always has fucking slow periods anyway, so yeah). I've been dealing with RL stuff, and sickness, but both of those are clearing up, so I can focus my full attention on the RP.

World Warriors: The Nomadic Fist (Quirky Fighting Game Influenced Roleplay)

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Inanna

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What a day.

The young cyborg thought to himself as he practically glided from one rooftop to another, with his robotic companion at his side. Using her jumpjets to get from one part of the map, to the other. It wasn't long before the sirens in the distance practically disappeared, and that gave him peace of mind. Though, they should probably take a low-profile, as anyone with eyes can point out which direction they went in. He put a hand up with two fingers, as an obvious gesture for Seven-Seven to stop, before the two hit the ground. They landed near the beach, but sparks suddenly came out of Justin's body.

"Ugh-uuuuugh!" Justin let out the cry as he grabbed his arm, and dropped to his knees in the sand.

"Justin!" Seven-Seven said. "Are you okay?"

"Y-yeah..." Justin said. "I just took a bit of damage in that fight."

"Don't you have a self-repair module?" Seven-Seven asked.

"... Sadly, I'm not built as good as you." Justin snarked as he pushed himself to his feet, he grasped his shoulder. "Might have to contact my dad so he can get a doc to fix me." He groaned, as he realized that his arm was completely destroyed.

"Let's just go."

Seven-Seven nodded, and grabbed onto Justin's arm, and helped carry him through the sand. This was one of the worst fights Justin been in so far - but, usually, against these bounty hunters, he had Seven-Seven to back him up. She wondered if that made him weaker, or stronger. She let out a sigh, as she kept moving forward... then she felt something (Which was weird since she normally can't feel). Then quickly deduced that was her ki-sensors. While she was helping Justin, she peered in that direction and... saw a kid in the ground, beaten. Her eyes went wide.

"Justin!" Seven-Seven said, and gave Justin a bit of a spook when she did. She pulled her cybernetic companion over towards the boy, and examined him. He had black hair, and looked beaten to an inch of his life as he lied on the ground unconscious. She released Justin (whom could stand on his own), and quickly walked over to the boy. Her eyes started glowing a bright blue color, as she scanned his wounds. She reached a hand out, and grasped his shoulder.

"Sir, are you okay?" Seven-Seven asked, before she shook him again. "Do you need medical attention?"

Inanna looked back and forth nervously as he scanned the alleyway, his staff angled forwards as he braced himself for an attack from his four hooded assailants. Just how did he end up getting into this?

Perhaps you should not drop everything to follow every charlatan who beckons you down a foreboding alleyway... a voice inside him offered. He nodded shakily. They didn’t agree often, but perhaps he was right this time. One of the men stepped forwards, and Inanna found himself backing away in response.

“Again,” the man said. “The shard. We know you have it. Give it here. Now.” Inanna began to stutter some sort of apology as the man sent him to the ground with a ki-infused punch. He rolled away, pushing himself off the ground as all four of them came towards him. The first one tried to follow up with another punch, only to find his fist sailing down above his own head. Inanna twirled gracefully behind him and poked him in the back with his staff, sending the rest of him through the portal. He hit the ground head-first, and Inanna quickly turned back to face the rest of them. Not willing to give them the chance to counterattack, he thrusted forwards with his staff three times in a row, each time creating a portal to a different enemy. He struck hard against their stomachs, sending each of them reeling.

Good, The voice bellowed with relish. Now finish them. Take their souls as they have tried to take ours! Let their meager strength propel us to greater heights in our quest for- Inanna quickly opened a portal in the ground and warped away. An exasperated sigh echoed throughout the deepest depths of his soul.
Well, we could have at least asked them some questions… Inanna admitted as his boots found traction on the rooftop. He was about to warp to another one when he was captivated by the sight of fire trailing across the sky… were those people flying? He decided to follow them, perhaps they could help him out?

I suppose that would suit us better than our current aimless wandering... the voice admitted as Inanna’s boots fell upon the sand. He was distraught as he got a closer look at them. One of their arms seem mangled, and they seemed to be joined by a third; a child lying hurt on the ground. Mankind seems to have no shortage of cruelty in this era...

“Excuse me,” Inanna said. “Is there a better place for you to rest? I would like to help you, if that’s okay…”

When another person walked up, Seven-Seven didn't pay them any mind, and focused on the child. Justin on the other hand immediately turned his head to that person, and stood up. Blocking their view from Seven-Seven and facing them down. They definitely didn't look all that friendly, with that pale skin, robe, and even that spear. And the freaks just keep coming. Well, they just got beaten up by a cowboy who was after their bounty, this weirdo wasn't any different.

"I think we're fine," Justin said. "Mind telling me who you are, friend?"

Damn it... in this state... I'll get my ass kicked by just about anyone. He looked behind him at Seven-Seven. If it comes to it... Seven-Seven will have to fight this one.

"F-friend?" Inanna repeated, stuttering on the word. He dwelled on it for a moment. "I'm Inanna... I guess you could say I'm a traveller. Who are you all?"

Inanna... that name was lost on Justin. Either way, Justin wasn't going to drop his guard for even an instant. He knew that being careless would be the death of him, especially in his injured state. For all he knew, this stranger planned on putting that spear through his eye socket. He kept his mouth relatively shut, as he answered.

"... I'm Brenton, and that's my friend, Andrea," Justin explained. "We just found this kid on the beach."

In the darkness of his conscience, Little Gideon felt a sensation on his shoulder and as his mind focused on it, he recognized it to be touch. Someone was touching him, but the contact hadn’t been warm. As the hand shook him, he felt the rough sand beneath his skin grinding against it, and causing his cuts to burn intensely. The boy’s brown brows knitted together and his face scrunched up in pain. The salt in the air and sand already made his wounds sting but the jostling was worse.

“Stop, please,” Little Gideon begged. His knees drew closer to his chest as he curled into a ball. He coughed blood against his jeans before he cracked open his grey eyes to weakly peer up at the three individuals surrounding him. Their forms were hazy at first, but when his vision became clear, he noticed immediately that they weren’t Brazilian.

Tourists? Little Gideon mused to himself. He stared at the pale one with the staff suspiciously before his eyes shifted to the blonde with the sparking arm. Holy crap…there’s three of them.

It might have been paranoid of him, but he suspected they were either Agents or Howitzer. The guy with the robotic arm he had no doubt was a Howitzer operative. Were they collaborating or maybe they hadn’t known each other? Closing his eyes again, Little Gideon mentally cursed.

Damn; I’m stuck. Tensing nervously, he decided, I’ll just have to use plan B.

Opening his eyes, tears gushed from them as Little Gideon’s face scrunched up. “It hurts, Mama. It hurts.”

The little boy started crying as he laid there pathetically in the sand, curled up and wincing from his wounds. If there had been a camera somewhere, Little Gideon was certain that he would have won an Academy Award for his performance. The old beaten and helpless child routine. It would make anyone with a caring heart a sucker. He figured he would use them at least until he managed to recover. He might even learn more about his rescuers. As soon as he learned if they were Agents or Howitzer’s goons, then he was out of there.

"Mama...?" Seven-Seven asked, with a raised eyebrow. "Where is your mother? I can go get her to help!"

Damn. She asked about the kid’s Mom. Mama from the Brazilian restaurant he had visited earlier popped into his mind, but with Papa still injured or who knows what happened to him, he didn’t want to show up there. It was still his fault that Papa had gotten caught up in business he didn’t belong in. The kid had no family…just like him. Frowning pathetically down at the sand with his bottom lip poked out, he felt that he was starting to actually cry as he thought about his father back in Switzerland. Why was life so cruel? This world was full of nothing but violence. Little Gideon just seemed to cry even more.

The child didn't answer, and Seven-Seven could only feel her mechanical heart sinking as she desperately thought of a way to help him. She merely picked up the boy - which was fairly easy given her mechanical strength, and his small, small, size. She cradled him in her arms, as he sobbed, before she turned towards Justin.

"We have to get him to a hospital!" Seven-Seven pleaded, before her eyes rested on the fellow with the spear.

"Come on, we don't have time for this-"

"I can take you to one!" Inanna offered, nodding perhaps a bit too quickly. "Can you tell me where one is?" He opened a portal away from the beach, as something of a demonstration.

Seven-Seven's eyes briefly flashed an electronic blue color as she scanned the man from head to toe.

NO INFORMATION.

Well, that was unfortunate. Still, he was offering help. Seven-Seven pointed towards the city, before she said, "There's a hospital seven kilometers from here!" She told him. "Can your portals go that far?"

Inanna flinched briefly as the lady's eyes turned blue, but he quickly regained his composure.

"Only if I can find it first," he said. He altered the portal's exit to the sky above the city, letting him look down on it like a map. He wasn't perfectly fluent with the writing in this region, but he did find something that looked like a hospital.

"Is this what you were looking for?" He asked, changing the exit to outside the building in question.

The portal made Justin cross his arms as he looked into the portal with a raised eyebrow. This could be a trap, Justin was never the most trusting, but if they are going to get this boy to safety reliably, he had to take a risk. He should go in alone... if it was a trap, then at least Seven-Seven would be okay. Again, even if they were attacked, Justin was in such a shitty state that he would only slow down Seven-Seven if it came to that. He looked back at the child... as grim as it sounded, he could be used as a "meatshield" so to speak. He slowly stuck his hand through the portal as his head followed. He tried to make sure this bastard doesn't close the portal with him in it (if he loses an arm, no big deal - it's fake anyway).

Inside the portal, he took one look around, and realized that it was an actual hospital (The people there looked at him awfully confused). He pulled his head back in, as he said to Seven-Seven.

"It's clear".

"Let's go, then!" Seven-Said said.

Inanna nodded before he stepped through the portal. He looked from side to side, checking to see if there was anything dangerous in this new place. It seemed like there wasn't, though those nearby seemed awfully confused about the whole thing.

Are you quite done here? The voice inside him wondered. Inanna shook his head slightly, not comfortable with leaving a child to fend for himself. If we were to tend to every young urchin we unearth in this city I fear we would not leave for another decade. But I suppose that time is our luxury...

When Little Gideon was picked up in the woman’s arms, he was pleased how well they were eating up his ploy, then again…they could have just been kind people. The man with the spear, the strangest one in the group, demonstrated his uncanny powers. He closed the distance between time and space, creating a hole in dimensions from one area to the next. They were using the man’s powers to get him to a hospital. Little Gideon felt slightly nervous about the suggestion. He had never been in a hospital before and he didn’t know what the doctors would learn about his genetic makeup.

I’ll only be there long enough to get stitched up, he planned. These people…I only hope they’re not with the bad guys. I will have to return their kindness. They’re not only saving me but the life of what could have been an innocent child.

His eyes welled with tears. He loved these people! He was able to put his faith back in humanity because of this moment.

Seven-Seven charged through the portal, but Justin hesitated for a moment... while he wasn't against helping this kid, he knew that if they played Mother Theresa it'd come back to bite them in the ass. Especially since they already had one person come after them (in a very public display that'd probably attract more people). Neither Seven-Seven or Justin had a use for a conventional hospital, but Justin had to assume that they would at least keep an eye on the hospitals just in case. If they get caught without the fighter of the two... it was all over. Justin caught up to Seven-Seven, before he said,

"We drop the kid off, and leave Rio," Justin ordered. "We stuck around here far too long as is."

Seven-Seven nodded, as she held the little Gideon close, and said.

"We're going to get you to safety, little guy," Seven-Seven started off. "... What's your name?"

Little Gideon tensed when Seven just charged through the portal. She was so bold to take a stranger’s word. Everyone seemed to have traverse safely and he stared at the hospital in awe. It almost seemed like a dream. The portal had actually worked. Little Gideon made a mental note to be wary of the pale man if he ever crossed paths with him again.

Little Gideon looked up at Seven when she asked his name. It seemed harmless enough to share. Majority of his enemies called him “Adam,” and new him only as such.

“Gideon,” he answered. “I don’t like the doctor, but will they make me feel better?”

The girl would make a good mother one day. He thought this not knowing she was an android almost similar to her counterpart. In that moment, he didn't even realize she had no ki. He wasn’t thinking about it.

She held him closely, before she answered with a simple.

"... Andrea." The name Justin came up for her. She popped through the portal after Justin. She looked behind herself, before she charged through the doors of the hospital while Justin hung back (Only because he didn't want to get spotted, and he had words to say to their spear wielding friend). Seven-Seven ran up to the front desk and presented the boy to them.

"Hello!" She shouted at the desk workers. "We found this child-" Unaware that Justin didn't even go in. "-in the beaches, and he needs immediate medical attention!"

The nurses and doctors took the child, and Seven-Seven smiled. Before they could ask anymore questions, she was quick to leave the area.

Justin was facing down the pale guy with the spear, he narrowed his eyes, and asked, "I guess you're here for the tournament?" He asked, it was obvious this yahoo was here for the fighting cup because only the best dressed weirdos come to get their ass kicked. "I didn't see you in the lobby... and..." He looked at his pale ass, and the spear, before he chuckled, "... I don't think I would have missed someone like you, heh."

"Oh," Inanna said happily. "Thank you!" He was initially unnerved by the way Justin stared at him, but he smiled, not registering that the comment wasn't exactly a compliment. He would have blushed, if he was able to.

"I was just looking for the tournament before I ran into you," Inanna continued, rocking back and forth on his heels as he spoke. "I don't think I would do very well if I tried to compete, though... I've been looking for something for a long time, now; pieces of metal that give off ki. I was hoping that someone at the tournament might know something about it. Would you happen to know of anything like that, Brenton?"

He crossed his arms at both the comments, and he personally wondered how much air this dude's head was full of. Justin didn't peg him for the mercenary type, but he wasn't going to let his guard down.

"Metal that gives off ki?" Justin asked, with a raised eyebrow. "Unless you're talking about cybernetics-" He placed out his arm for a moment, "Or some weird artifact I don't know."

He shrugged.

"Besiiiiides," Justin started off, "You're late for the tournament, the preliminaries are over, and the first round has begun."

"Cybernet-ics?" Inanna repeated, the word sounding strange to him. "What are those?" He did not expect to learn about so many of these bizarre "nets" in his travels.

With an eyebrow raised, Justin wondered what kind of rock this kid was under. "... You know? Grafting machine onto man?" He winced for a moment as he was briefly brought back to the moment where he woke up, and realized he was a cyborg.

"Oh," Inanna said as he tried to wrap his head around the concept. "Technology is really confusing to me, but that sounds very interestin-" He stopped once he noticed Justin's discomfort, tilting his head to the side slightly. Perhaps he shares my distaste for this mechanical drivel. It may be wise to change the subject...

"That is a shame that I missed the tournament, though," He continued. "Perhaps I'm better off spectating, though. It sounds really dangerous, and I don't know what I'd do with the prize money."

"Charity." Justin chuckled, as he turned away from Inanna. He was definitely not a bounty hunter - he was probably just a contestant that was late. But, one thing was on Justin's mind. "How did you miss the tournament with those portals? Did ya' oversleep?"

"That's a great idea!" Inanna cheered, not having considered such a thing. He put a hand to his chin as he considered how to explain it. "Well, I didn't really know where this place was, exactly. We're pretty far from Iran, after all. Also-"

At this point, Seven-Seven came out of the hospital.

"I see things went well in the hospi-"

"... Thank you so much for your help!" Seven-Seven said as she walked up to the pale, robed, stranger, and started shaking his hand. "He would have died if it wasn't for you.

"You're welcome!" Inanna replied, shaking her hand somewhat lightly. "I'm just happy knowing that he'll be okay."

"Oh?" Seven-Seven looked at the pale stranger, and raised an eyebrow. She never quite caught this person's name, even though he was a great deal of help. She smiled as took a step or two back, and asked, "Stranger, what is your name?"

"My name is Inanna!" The golem repeated with a smile. "Your friend introduced you to me already, Andrea!"

"Oh, thank you, Justin!" Seven-Seven said, briefly glancing at Justin as the cyborg crossed his arms.

"Yeah, yeah..." Justin crossed his arms. "Before you start making friends, you need to remember we got a long journey ahead of us."

He threw a thumb over his shoulder, as he turned around.... that mere action caused sparks to fly off his head.

"Besides... our friend won't be able to join us."

Seven-Seven frowned for a moment, before she nodded her head.

"We have to go," She started off, "But, let us meet again. As friends. We'll have much to discuss."

Inanna nodded. He was so happy to be making friends!

"Goodbye, then!" He said with a wave. "I wish you the best of luck on your travels!" He felt bright enough to disregard the voice inside of him as it grumbled about wasted time.

The two of them ran off away from the hospital... just as police were arriving on scene to pursue them.

The two made it to the rooftops... it was fun to make friends, but it was finally time to leave Rio. Put the city, and the tournament behind them. As they didn't realize a new era was rapidly approaching.

Baybridge: Halcyon Days [Superpowers/Semi-Sandbox]

@Oliver We can collab later, I'll send you a link.

Baybridge: Halcyon Days [Superpowers/Semi-Sandbox]

@Oliver Spitballing here, but what if Casey and Daniel meet?

A kid who grew up in the slums meeting a kid who had a life of luxury. Might make for an interesting convo.

..::Ascension::..

Baybridge: Halcyon Days [Superpowers/Semi-Sandbox]

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Regal Square, Prince-Edfield_

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"Mmmm... nah."

That was Francis' answer to her question. It came pretty quickly after her question. He realized that he probably prodded a bit too much, but he had an end in mind. He nodded his head, and he smiled. He had some thoughts for Andrea.

"I'm not really the kind of person to do that, sweetheart. Besides..." He started off, before he spoke with every ounce of honesty he could. "... Far, far, too many lives have been lost because somebody saw an obvious problem - but did nothin' because 'it's not my problem.'"

And this went far back as the Devil of Verthaven - after doing some research on the bitch, he found out that she was a gang member that took a power granting serum. That all could had been avoided if everyone acted sooner. Francis wasn't the type to idealize what could had been over what is, but he was also one for stopping things from getting worse. Happiness wasn't seemingly in RAVEN/DOVE's jurisdiction, but Francis knew there was something... off about ti. It just popped up a few months ago, and just fell into the hands of drug dealers who had not a clue where it came from.

"I honestly can say DOVE needs more people like you," Francis said, before he turned his head. "And... how about I help you look into Happiness a bit?" He asked.

He knew this was probably not the best to do, but he was certain that he had enough time in between working on the Devil case to look into Happiness. Or at least see how valid Andrea's claims are on it. What was the worst that could go wrong if he just looked into it?

"I got the clearance," Francis said. "I can find just about anything that isn't top secret. It can't hurt to at least look into it to see if some weird Metahuman isn't making it."

World Warriors: The Nomadic Fist (Quirky Fighting Game Influenced Roleplay)

If somebody makes an IC post in two days I'll love you forever.

Baybridge: Halcyon Days [Superpowers/Semi-Sandbox]

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Regal Square, Prince-Edfield_

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It was simple enough, get some funnel cake, and spend the rest of the evening with his mentor, Maximilian.

Only problem was that he didn't know what flavor he wanted.

This fried batter bullshit was fattening as it got, but Daniel was in pretty good shape - and he had enough self control to restrain himself most of the time. He could afford to eat a little, especially since he was out here. It was a strange comfort... maybe it would help him see through the perspective of the people of Baybridge. Or maybe he was just being foolish. He shrugged as he turned around...

... and bumped into somebody.

"Hey!" Daniel said, he tried to hold his tongue to avoid saying something rude. While he also stopped himself from dropping the food. He grit his teeth for moment out of irritation, before he let out a sigh. Thank God he didn't drop anything! Or that would be quite annoying. He looked at the person, and had no idea of whom he was. But, he looked a little familiar.

Before Daniel could speak, the man did.

"You look familiar..." The man trailed off "I think I've seen you somewhere before? With Quent - I mean Quentin Taylor."

That made Daniel raise an eyebrow.

"Quentin?" Daniel asked, "Oh, yeah... Quentin is a friend of mine... you probably seen me around headquarters?"

Now that made him more curious as to who this guy is.

"I'm... Daniel Forsythe, I'm just someone Maximilian is mentoring," He said, shrugging, "I think I seen you somewhere, but I don't believe we met."

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Oh? Intern?

Francis didn't know that they even hired interns. The more you know.

"Ahhhh, don't sweat it," Francis said, merely shrugging. "I don't mind the little things - I ain't like the others... just be careful with them."

And that was Francis' motto for life; never worry let the little things bring you down. It was obvious that Andrea was an intern that was nervous out of her mind. It would just be wrong to hold a simple mistake against he. Though the name Andrea rung a bell. He had to think on it for a moment. In the meantime, he reassured her.

"And don't worry about the chairmen," Francis reassured her, before his smile turned upside down, and he looked off to the side. He shrugged before he finished, "They... just have a lot to deal with. Trust me." He had no idea that she was spying on them, and kept his mouth shut because ZODIAC and the Devil are shoulders above her.

Best not to stress her out even more.

Then it hit him; she was that intern all his coworkers complained about! Normally, he stayed out of the affairs of DOVE, but he has a few DOVEs on his team. They didn't like that Andrea person whom went after Happiness instead of just dealing with what her bosses tell her. Those kinds of hotshots aren't that well liked, especially in an organization they work for.

"Oh! In fact, I have heard of ya'," Francis said, before he laughed and scratched the back of his head with his eyes closed. "Some of my coworkers think you're a huge pain in the ass... hehe...." Probably not the best thing to say, but he had something more substantial to say.

"You're up in arms about that drug... right?"

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_{@Altered Tundra}

Regal Square, Prince-Edfield_

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This place wasn't Johnny's style.

In fact, his style was thoroughly cramped.

DOVE and RAVEN were the last people that Johnny gave two shits about (in fact, he has a long record with them, even their predecessor, NEST). He personally care if they burned, or saved the world! Well, maybe all the times they saved the world was helpful, since he, you know, lived there. But, they were a group of self-righteous bitches.

He wasn't happy to be here, but his little contact in the Founding Family was here (For whatever stupid reason, why would you go to a place crawling with feds?). Only explanation he could come up with was that he was hiding in plain sight, or something stupid like that, Johnny didn't know. Personally, he had half a mind to shoot the bastard the second he got what he wanted.

Thankfully, because he was here rolling with the Lius, he got to bypass all that stupid bullshit.

The little place the Lius set up in the lobby room of some fancy hotel. It had to be fancy if it was practically set up in the very heart of Baybridge. It had a nice atmosphere, and there were tables and waitresses all over the bitch! But, that atmosphere which would be stunning for the average person was absolutely dull for Jonathan. So dull that if he looked away for too long, he would completely forget about it!

He was leaned up against a pillar, and had his arms crossed as he had nothing better to do than think. He tipped his sunglasses as he looked at Jake, and the rest of his siblings, abso-fucking-lutely chatting it up with the Liu family. Eh, they were close to them... Johnny was just an acquaintance. He shrugged. While he hated the very concept of it, the Liu family were far more important and influential than the Valos family ever would be. Well, that was what happened when you dedicated your work to changing how Metahumans work, opposed to dolling in clubs, and glorified brothels.

Shit was disgusting!

Though, he looked at his watch, and realized that it was almost showtime. He hopped off the wall, with his cane tightly grasped in his hand. He scrolled over towards the group of people, and clapped.

"Gabe, Jakey, Lin, Jaska..." Johnny announced. "Hate to ruin your good time, but it's shooooooowtime!"

"Oh, um, Jonathan," Lin said, and awkwardly played with her fingers. "There's been a slight change of plans...."

"Oh, come oooooon..." Johnny whined. "You shouldn't tell me this shit at the last second."

He took off his hat for a moment, and ran his hand through his hair, before he put his hat back on. He crossed his arms, and then looked Lin down.

"Well, what is it?"

"... I'm going to be coming along," Another voice stepped in that Johnny immediately recognized, and shook his head almost immediately.

"Mika..." Johnny said as his eyes rested on the rotund (and oldest) Liu sister. "Shouldn't you be busy gaining another fifty pounds?" He hissed at her.

"And shouldn't you be trying to look stupid as possible?" Mika retorted, before she made a comically shocked face and put a hand over her open mouth. "Oh wait! I forgot... you can't get any stupider."

"Will you two cut it out?" Before Johnny could come up with a come back, Gabe groaned, with a hand on her hip. "One; you're both annoying me, and two; I know you two are like cats and dogs, but Johnny, won't a second telepath be helpful?"

"Fiiiiiine..." Johnny rolled his eyes, before he muttered underneath his breath. "At least her fat ass will make a good distraction once it jumps off." He snickered to himself.

At this point, Jiao-Long stepped in. The elderly man was as tall as Johnny, but it was hard to tell since he was hunched over all the time (Seriously, he needed to fix that before he got a back problem!). He walked over to Johnny with his hands behind his back, and smiled.

"Johnathon, it is good to see you," Jiao-Long said. "You have grown so much."

Johnny looked over to his side, and saw Gabe give him a scatching look, which got her message across really well.

"And it is great to see you again, Jiao-Long, thank you for helping me." Johnny spoke as respectfully as he could.

"It is the best I could do," Jiao-Long said, before his smile faded, and his eyes got sad. "After I heard what happened to your family... I figured that I'll do everything possible to help you with your mission."

Johnny nodded his head.

"But... please keep my daughters safe. I have no problem with them helping you, they are old enough to make their own decisions, but this could be dangerous."

But, this made Johnny widely smile as he yanked Gabe, Jake, and Jaska close to him. He wrapped his arms around their shoulders as they loudly protested.

"Keep them safe?" Johnny said with a smirk. "I promise you, Mr. Liu, there won't be a hair missin' on them by the end of this journey. We're the Valos... we get things done."

While Johnny sincerely meant to reassure him, Jiao-Long couldn't help but get deeply worried.

"Now, let's get a move on, boys and gals!" Johnny said as he raised his cane in the air... and groaned once Mika stood up. He lead his group out the front doors, but before they could take another step, he raised a finger in the air for everyone to stop. "We go in groups of two, and keep our distance from each other but stay in sight."

He explained... his reasoning was that if this bastard was crazy, they had the option of jumping in.

"Jake with Lin... of course. Jaska with Mika, and Gabe..." He looked at his sister, and smiled. "... With me."

Gabe couldn't help but feel a welling grief inside of herself, but went along with it. After all, Johnny was their (self-appointed and mildly retarded) leader. After all.

Following these instructions, the group split up into many smaller groups, but Johnny underestimated the amount of people here! It would be hard for everyone to keep each other within their line of sight with all these chucklefucks! He kept moving, and kept his head down sooo he could conceal his face, and look really cool. Johnny's contact said to meet him by a nearby river... but Johnny didn't remember the name.

He reached into his pocket, and pulled out his phone, quickly going through the text messages....

"... Johnny!" Gabe tried to warn him, but it was too late.

Johnny bumped headfirst with a chucklefuck who was just standing there.

"Oh!"

He dropped his phone as he took a second to collect himself. After he did... the first thing he did was reach down and snatch his phone up. He saw that his precious cellphone didn't have a scratch on it! Nice! But, there was the matter of this guy... and God damn he looked like a complete and utter fuckboy. Like the kind of guy that would go to the gay club every single night if he could. From his hair, to his clothes, to his face... ugh! Johnny has never seen anything more disgusting in his life. Get it away, get it away!

"Hey, faggot," Johnny hissed. "Stop standing around like a retard and get out of the way!"

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Regal Square, Prince-Edfield_

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Well, Noelle arrived at the rally... arm in arm with Justin.

Part of her wanted to shoot herself, but she had to remain focused.

As much as this limp-dicked daddy's boy annoyed her, he was the perfect cover. She just felt like someone like her would stick out if she didn't have a "hot" boyfriend to come with. Though, she had to question his taste in women if he was willing to look past that scar of hers. Noelle shook her head. Didn't matter. Noelle kept walking while the boy looked smug.

"Hey," Noelle said, "Where are you heading?"

"I wanted to, uh, maybe go play some games?" Justin asked, "Win some prizes? Then we can get something to eat."

Noelle smiled.

"That sounds great, how about you go ahead?" She said. "I need to head to the bathroom..."

"Oh, that's cool." Justin said, before he pointed. "I'll be over there."

"Be right back."

In actuality, Noelle was going to quickly meet her contact in DOVE. Then she was going to come back here and enjoy a few games, pretend to have fun, and then leave early. She could probably take as much time as she needed. This meathead probably didn't know the first thing about women, so he would take "lady problems" as an acceptable excuse.

As she walked, she passed someone, and it felt like time slowed down. He was unremarkable... but just looked very familiar. He was Asian (Japanese if she had to take a guess), and had some cooky hairstyle. Noelle saw someone she knew in his face... but if she had this much trouble trying to recall just who he was, then he wasn't that important to begin with. If he wasn't a contact, then he can go fuck himself.

Noelle continued on towards the heart of the DOVE rally... as she searched for a special someone.