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5 yrs ago
Current Yes, I'm an oversize child. Deal with it. :P
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That moment you've got too many rp ideas floating in your head, but you don't want to overwhelm yourself? Yeah... I'm right there, suffering in silence.
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6 yrs ago
RP hunting is like finding the rare toy in the cereal box. Doable, but the time and effort is nearly more than I can bare!
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7 yrs ago
That amazing high when you realized how far you've come in improving your writing. It's impossible to describe, but drowns you in a positive glow.
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I love being a terrible person by making my PCs' lives miserable, it's art form that never gets old or boring.
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Username.....Fallenreaper
Nicknames....Fallen (preferred), Reaper, Devour of lost souls, etc.
Gender..........Female
Sign...............Libra (true to sign surprisingly)
Occupation....Wandering and exploring the caves of my insane mind
Location.........USA (Lost in the Cornfields!)

Status............Stable.



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Advance RP

Create-A-Hero
Accepting: GM/Co-GM Nitemare Shape, Hound55, & Dedonus


Formaroth Part 2: Throne of Lies
Still Accepting: GM TheDuncanMorgan


Casual RP

X-Men: The New Era - Issue II: Avalon Rising
Accepting: GM Almalthia, Co GM Pilatus


Legacy of Heroes: The New Age
Accepting: GM Jessie Targaryen, Co GMs Alfhedil and Apollosarcher


Nation RP

None

Arena RP

None yet.


Extra Stuff Featuring: Flight Rising.

Most Recent Posts

Heads up. I'll be out of town and unable to work on posts/collabs until Monday. I am however plotting much fun and excitement.


Lol. Nice. While that's out there, I'll be busy myself actually as I'm moving this weekend. So my activity might be spotty a bit until I get settled in, hopeful that net comes in next week and fast as well.
Is Discord down? I'm getting an error when I try to get on.


Not right now. 0_o I'm on it as are a few others.
@Fallenreaper @ArisenMoon How goes the next post?


Been waiting for ArisenMoon to reply to OC pm then he can post it.
Mending Wounds


Time
Day 2~ Night
Location
Cedarvale Apartment Complex 006 apartment -Entertainment District, Ominar




Masha huffed a little bit from her spot under the headless corpse. This was not at all how she liked her night to go. As she looked around and shimmed some, she noticed that the little kitty who’d come to her rescue first was no longer in the room. “Kitty cat?” she asked, blinking some as she managed to shove Simone’s shoulders down enough to at least sit up. “Nikki?” she had kind of forgotten about the girl in the scuffle.

“Here,” Nikki groaned, her hands released her head and gradually pulled up from her crouched down position. She wasn’t one for being shot should the brute of a wolf decided to take another pot shot, “Thankfully I wasn’t shot in the process. As grateful as I am, who the fuck are you two and how the hell did you find my apartment?”

She studied Afua -the woman leaned against the wall of the hallway behind Rex-, the undead lion and the behemoth of a wolf still holding a smoking gun while she made her way to help Masha out from under the corpse. It was disgusting, the blood smeared across her floor and the figure made an unnatural shift in weight when she wrapped up pushing it the rest of the way off.

Rex spun the revolver in his hand and holstered it, squeezing himself through the door and into the tiny hallway. He put his hand to his ear and spoke seemingly to himself. “Phoenix, this is Central. Sitrep?” He paused as he listed to the static response in his ear piece.

“Copy that, good work. Cuff him and rendezvous at extraction…” He let go of his ear and inspected the scene. “We work for Masha, little lady. She's also your new boss.”

Masha let out a little sigh of relief at being helped out. She could have done it herself, but she was not known for her strength and moving 100 plus pounds of literally dead weight was not easy for her. She was even relieved to see that Nikki was fine as well. When Rex spoke though, she shot him a look that said she was about to do to him what he’d just done to Simone. “Gee thanks for that,” she said sarcastically, getting up to her feet a little wobbly and wincing in pain at the movement of her burned shoulder. “Was trying to keep that on the down low and all. But I guess you’re just gonna let the cat out of the bag, idiot.”

Her look glanced out to Afua in the hallway, and then back to Nikki as she offered her a small smile. “I’m sorry about this…” she gestured at the mess of her kitchen and went on “this mess.”

“Cortez already knew. He's a paranoid man.” Rex responded, ignoring the woman’s insult. “A woman asking a lot of questions and checking the place out was pretty obvious for him.”

“Fucking Christ. Part of me wants to scream and shout for you to get out of here, but I'm likely to get fired because of it,” Nikki admitted as her heart gradually stopped trying to kill her with high speeds, her figure rose and surveyed the destruction. The table was broken, blood smeared across the floor and worse turned her once quaint apartment into a crime scene, "I can't get this cleaned up before my boy comes home... He's going to freak. What happens if this gets out, child welfare services will take him away from me."

Finally recovered, Afua focused on her gem and returned the undead lion back to her choker. With a bit of wobbly step, she glided past Rex into the small kitchen with the other women. Her eyes looked at Rex as she spoke, her finger out and pokes the bear wolf's chest, “I am not fond about the experience of being shot. Warn me before you shoot again, that way I can cancel the spell connection. Personally, I prefer you not be shooting them at all."

As Afua twisted about, her eyes caught the shredded remains of the cat's corpse. She leaned down to examine it and tried to raise it up once more. The corpse didn't moved as the second cat darted in, paused briefly to hiss at Rex and skirted over to Afua's leg side to wait.

Rex huffed, ignoring Mr. Cain’s subordinate. “Phoenix, this is Central…” Rex spoke into his ear piece again. “Call in the cleaners, and send two of you up here to keep watch on the apartment incase a child comes by. Tell him to wait in the lobby if his mom is too late to make it downstairs.” The wolf turned to the woman and spoke. “Get dressed fast, and wait for your son in the lobby. We’ll clean up the mess and let you know once the place is spic-n-span.” With that, Rex turned around and left the apartment, his feet stomping down the hall.

“He’s at a friend’s house, I’m not worried about him coming home until around ten am tomorrow,” Nikki shouted at Rex’s retreating back, making sure he heard her. She turned then mumbled, “Asshole…”

Nikki huffed as she turned toward Masha, “Please tell me I don’t have to work with him, he’s a bit of a grump and jerk.”

Afua didn’t expect an answer which is why she had continued to the corpse and didn’t wait for an answer, however she was serious about the forewarning. Her magic had a price. Her lungs coughed a bit as her hand raised toward her mouth, wetness bled across it causing her to pull it back and examine the red fluid popping against her dark chocolate skin. She tsked then wiped it away on her pants to hide the evidence.

Masha continued to look at Rex like he was as stupid as he was acting. She was used to be treated with insensitive, she treated most people with it herself. But she also knew when not to be a bag of dicks as well. “I am so not putting my dress on while covered in someone's brains if you don't mind,” she huffed, pulling a chunk of said brain matter out of her hair and tossing it to the floor.

Rolling her eyes some, she looked back to Nikki and put her hand on her shoulder. “You can come back to my hotel and get cleaned up well there and if you like, you can stay there with the kid too, make a day of it or whatever.” She didn't know kids liked to do anymore and she knew for certain that she'd not even remotely had a normal childhood. “As for working with him...well we can try and avoid it.”

“That’s a relief,” Nikki said then looked at Masha, “I hope you’re not going out naked and I might have an older bathrobe somewhere you can put on.”

She shifted into the bathroom and began to rummage for things, gradually tossing what she didn’t onto the floor and continued speaking, “As for Johnny, he’s happy with a bunch of crayons and paper. My boy likes to draw like you wouldn’t believe.”

After a few moments, she came out with a slightly worn but still in good condition bathrobe. She handed it off to Masha where it covered to about the middle of the woman’s legs giving her enough public modesty for going out into the car.

Afua was currently cleaning up the bits and pieces of the cat. She looked a bit discouraged by the carnage left in the wake, namely that very few pieces were able to be salvage and reformed to another ‘pet’ that needed it. The weapon was certainly effective as she eyed Simone’s corpse like a buyer would parts for a car.

“I don’t mind going naked,” Masha said with a laugh, but she didn’t stop Nikki from going either. Instead just finished pulling what she could out of her hair for the time being, watching Afua with her brief mourning over her cat and the way she looked at Simone like he was nothing more than parts that she could take and use for something else. She hissed slightly every time she lifted her right arm up though as it pulled against the burned flesh there. “Fuck me,” she sighed. “This is not going to leave a nice look to it.”

Taking the robe from Nikki with a thankful little smile, she spoke to Afua. “I’m sorry about your cat,” she said with actual sincerity. “Thank you for sending her to help.”

“She was one of the older ones. One of my first,” Afua said, then nodded her head before she considered asking something, “Would it be hard to ask if I could use the parts of that thing for one of my projects? Considering it be his fault she was murdered, it be only fitting.”

After Masha answered, she then introduced herself, “I be Afua Sane. I work under the baas, Darius, whom you’ve met. He asked me to keep tabs on you as he had a suspicion you would be getting into trouble.”

She held out her hand for Masha to shake.

Masha laughed as she carefully pulled on the robe. “I don’t care what you do with him,” she said. “Least he can be a little helpful.” Once the robe was on she took her outstretched hand and shook it. “Well I’m not pleased that he thought I couldn’t handle myself, but I am thankful you were here.”

“He only told me to involve myself if you looked like you were about to be killed. Considering you be treading water you know little about, or experienced before, trouble be most of what you attract,” Afua leaned down to reach for her cat, the newer corpse purred erratically like a broken toy, as she calmly petted it. Her brown eyes turned toward Masha, “It wasn’t until you were at risk at being… soiled, did that change. I don’t think you would’ve liked his intentions at all.”

She raised up a dark eyebrow at the insinuation that she was in over her head. She didn’t like to think that Darius thought so little of her that he would end someone to follow her around. Arguably, if Nikki hadn’t been one to waggle her tongue so much then they probably wouldn’t have been in trouble like this. So it really wasn’t her fault, and it wasn’t because she didn’t know what she was doing. “Well,” she said, her tone heavily annoyed, but not at Afua. “Thank you, regardless. We should probably get out their way though, and I need to see to this nasty burn before infection starts.”

“Sit on the chair and let me take a look at it,” Afua asked as she let her cat fall from the perch it rested in, a yowl of irritation which melted into affectionate nuzzling across Masha’s calf. A need for attention as echos of its former life rang through it causing some personality traits to linger and mimic true life.

Afua turned her back to Masha and reached into a pouch on her belt before she pulled out a leathery looking patch. It was about a few inches wide and long, seemingly able to fit on her shoulder or large area of skin. On closer inspection, it appeared to be dried, preserved human skin.

Masha raised a dubious eyebrow but did as she was told, picking up a chair and setting it upright before sitting herself down, pulling the robe off her shoulder as Afua pulled out something from her belt pouch. “Interesting,” she said with a soft hum, not at all bothered by the idea that she was going to be patched up with someone else’s flesh. She reached her uninjured hand down to run fingers along the back of the little kitty that was rubbing against her absentmindedly. She couldn’t bring her own kitties with her, so she was certainly missing her own furry pets.

“It seems Udo likes you, but I’m surprised you aren’t turned off by his deadness,” Afua commented as she pressed the skin to Masha’s, then inhaled and focused her Vis into it. Her hands glowed a swirling putrid purple that spreaded along the mage’s skin and seemed to draw in her own Vis into accepting the flesh as her own. Gradually the color shifted from the putrid purple to a maroon color that represented Masha well then faded, Afua’s eyes opened when done to reveal how tired she had become from casting spell after spell.

Impatient, Udo leapt upon Masha’s lap and kneaded a bit while he settled into position. His eyes closed to enjoy the warmth of the flesh before he curled into a ball. Afua, noticing it, smirked at the kitty being what he was best: a lazy bum.

“Seems he’s very fond of you, would you like to keep him?” The woman asked politely.

She shrugged a little and regretted it as she did so. “I am no stranger to dead things,” she said with a little smile up at her, watching the shifting colors and the way things started to feel better, even if only a little bit. She looked down at the little cat, running fingers against his ears softly. Or what was there of them. At the offer to keep him, she lit up. “Oh yes please, I had to leave mine behind.”

“Considering I can’t protect you twenty-four seven, it would be suitable. I doubt that will be the last attempt on your life as Mr. Cortes doesn’t take kindly to being demoted,” Afua hinted to what was coming up. As Rex’s men entered, likely the cleaners, she indicated she wanted the corpse for later causing them to wrap it and store it somewhere for the time until she could pick it up. Likely Afua would need Darius to send a refrigeration truck on its way back to the factory where she would transport it to her graveyard homestead. Until then, it was safe and would keep until she was ready.

Afua gestured for the three of them to leave as the cleaners continued to sterilize and make the evidence vanish before their eyes.

Samad
Xx---------------------------xX

Location: Cafeteria
Time: Before the Meeting



Samad had been about to get up, his hand checking his blade, when his action was interrupted by someone coming in behind him. Originally, he had been prepared for someone to drag him into the conflict and on impulse curled his hand about Cade’s bo-staff still hooked to his side. A quick release would be all it took. A male voice asked him a question he least expected as a hand touched his shoulder, causing his figure to gently lower back in a cautious fashion. Samad flinched at the unexpected contact causing him to tense, his hands upon Cade’s bo-staff tightened and about jerked away to extend it right at where he assumed the speaker’s knee cap was.

It was a paranoia that remained with him since his youth and kept him alive. Denying it was like forfeiting his life to the will of fate, something he wasn’t quite ready to do yet. He almost pressed the button when his head turned and caught the image of the fabled Silver Reaper, the Lost Number of Ante Mortem.

For a moment, Samad was caught up in the realization he could be provoking death itself causing him to pause in his action. With heavy effort his hand pried itself from the weapon at his side and rested upon his thigh while the Lost Number casually pulled up a chair beside him. Despite the warmth of the tone, Samad’s expression hadn’t changed save for the glint of surprise in his eyes. With a quick action, his body shifted in place to face the individual as he listened to his name pass through Angel’s lips.

Samad’s jaw tightened at the mention of his recent shattered link and being relinked, uncertain if the clap was mockery or genuine admiration. His pride leaned to the prior purely because of spite over losing Elisa. It was only because of her, and her decision to take all the insanity upon herself, did he end up surviving the whole ordeal. However, it wasn’t without scars. Upon requesting the cause of the fight to be allowed to live, Samad raised an eyebrow and continued to observe the Lost Number’s actions while he placed what appeared to be a plain piece of paper over his glasses. While the display looked authentically silly and childish, the smile sent shivers down Samad’s spine. His primal instincts screamed in his mind over something dark and sinister.

Something he didn’t want to know or experience himself.

As the Lost Number left, his words lingering on Samad’s mind, the Iranian reached for the paper piece then looked through it casually. As expected, the ‘threat’ to his peace had been dealt with in a fashion unexpected. His hand shoved the makeshift ‘telescope’ into his pocket to properly dispose of later then pulled up from his seat before he walked back to Cade’s table in silence.



Cade
Xx---------------------------xX


“Yes, it’s not one I’m likely to repeat,” Cade said as he examined what Samad got him, his lips frowned a bit. There wasn’t a single thing he preferred to eat and instead, had food Samad would’ve eaten himself. There two to three minced meat kabobs, seared tomatoes, what looked to be a whole green bean or pepper, a green ball, shredded plant material with cheese, and some shredded white onion on the side. He picked at it a moment while trying to figure out what exactly each dish was. Not a single thing he knew the name of.

Knowing he needed to eat, he cautiously ripped off a piece of the minced meat and tested the taste. It had rosemary, lemon, and a few other spices Cade didn’t recognize off the bat. However, it was decent enough to try a bigger bite as he ate it. At the mention of mac and cheese, he chuckled at her friend’s reaction and smiled. He had been about to say something when she made a generous offer causing him to pause a moment to consider it.

His eyes looked at his plate and that sealed it. Cade had been about to say something when Audrey’s interrupt in the middle of her sentence caught him off. Curious at what caused it, he turned his head and looked over his shoulder to spot three men already down and Samad flash him a mischievous smile.

That explained the reason for the bo staff, but why did Samad need the medication for the blood pressure? The question lingered in his attention and refused to let loss, the rotten sensation swelled in his gut until he could barely stand it.

Cade had agreed with Kayla’s statement, “I agree, I should likely help.”

His hand reached for his wheels and jerked, jiggling them a bit to hopefully disengage the brake. The wheels rattled but held fast in place causing Cade to lean his head back and give a groan of frustration. Inhaling a breath, he looked about to see how he could get untrapped by the table when his peripheral vision spotted trouble. He stopped long enough to watch several individuals, lead by a blond dressed in more arcanic fashions, begin to reprimand them. Cade’s blacken gut feeling tightened when he watched the authority pull his sword and a loud blast echoed through the cafeteria. When the dust cleared, a silver coffin plopped to one side to reveal one of the Banshees untouched by the destruction surrounding her. It seemed someone had literally taken a violent blast of air then unleashed it in one direction at the source.
Cade immediately sought Samad when the eruption of energy rippled from the other side of the cafeteria. After a few wild glances, he found the Iranian sitting still at the original place he had been. Surprisingly, Samad hadn’t moved at all. Instead he seemed distracted by a piece of paper in his hand which he then held between his fingers and raised to his head side. This caused the younger asylum to frown as Samad then idly placed it into his back pocket before he made his way back to their table.

Xx---------------------------xX
Experimental Team
Xx---------------------------xX


Location: Cafeteria → Debriefing room (Innocence Airship)
Time: Meeting Time



"Kayla? Cade? Is she a friend of yours?"

That statement was enough to get Cade’s attention as he shifted back to what he had missed, ripping his attention from the Lost Number arguing with the blond. Curiously, his torso struggled to lean over his wheelchair's armrest and Fastened to Audrey’s arm was a young girl, about fifteen in age, with no intention to let go. Unsure what to say, Cade blurted out the first thing that settled in his head, “I’ve never seen her before, honestly. However, she seems to really like you, Audrey. It’s a bit cute.”

‘Yeah, a Chrono is really cute until she decides you’re annoying and crushes you like a gnat…’ Samad’s voice had a hint of irritation or wariness to it, Cade’s mind unable to determine which. He was also a bit shocked that the words came through without interference. His head snapped over his shoulder to see Samad’s figure standing next to him now.

“You were suppose to eat,” The Iranian’s lips pursed tightly and clearly upset at the lack of food eaten, now spilled all over the floor, “Did you even bother?”

“I managed to get something in my stomach,” Cade answered while he continued to look at the table. Any additional conversation was broken when a message entered their minds.

All assisting teams are being called to the debriefing room, kindly make your way there now.

A subtle fury, from his partner, entered into Cade almost instantly then began to fade. It surprised him into silence at the intensity of it. Gradually, Cade’s head turned to look up at the Iranian who had bent down and began to fiddle with the wheelchair break. It came loose with a soft click. Ignoring the others, he began to pull Cade from the table and moved then both toward the exit with the others. Through the words weren’t there, Cade could still feel Samad’s anger linger there. He was partly glad that their link didn’t connect them like others because Cade was sure Samad felt nothing but disgust or anger directed at him.

In the background, Audrey protested her height against their visiting Chrono’s causing a small, weary smile to cross his lips.

Xx---------------------------xX


Samad rolled Cade into the nearest empty seat, then tossed the cheetos bag he had picked up along the way and moved toward the small self serve coffee bar. There he quickly filled a styrofoam cup with nothing but black coffee, ignoring the fact his partner hated bitter tasting things. When the last of the dark sludge lingered near the top, the Iranian returned to sit the cup nearby and pointed to the snack food.

“Eat, then drink some of the coffee,” Samad commented bluntly then mentally began to inform Zak of their current status, ‘Meeting was moved up, we’re in briefing room A. There was a scene in the cafeteria which interrupted Cade’s meal, so I got him something to snack on since there wasn’t much time.’

“You know I don’t like it black. Can you get me some sugar and milk?”

“No, you’ll drink it as it is. Now eat.”

“Fine,” Cade admitted defeat as he brought his attention to eating at least. He popped open the cheetos, careful not to let the cheesy snacks spill over the table, then reached into snag a few to munch on while waiting for the meeting to start. The sooner he was on his feet, the better it would get. At least, that’s what Cade kept telling himself.
@Mercinus3: One thing to note too, which I mentioned in the chat but will do again here to make sure everyone sees it.

There's also time zones to consider. While everyone felt the earthquake, there's a 3 hour difference between California and New York/Maine. And you didn't state when the quake happened which makes it hard to determine when the other characters feel it. This isn't a nitpick, but rather something I noticed. Ben's timeline, and anyone that is currently on it, is currently early in the morning (around 11 pm to 1 am right now) on likely the prior day-present now. Ben, Rune and Otto being the only ones on the present right now. I actually feel bad for him because the moon doesn't set (since according to a calendar for June, the 9th in 2017 is the only full moon, lol) until 5:44 am and he's like four hours away from it. XD


Forced Cooperation

Location: Lost Haven- GeneCo Corporate HQ
Timeline: One week after Jacqueline’s meeting with Noah


==~==


Ramos had to admit, the GeneCo building wasn’t nearly as much of an eyesore as he’d been anticipating. It had a certain elegance to it, all smooth, flowing lines and sinuous curves, seemingly carved out of crystal glass. All in all, it looked more like an artistic statement than a place of business. Ramos sighed as he pulled the remains of his cigarette from his lips, and stamped it out underfoot. He glanced to the left and right, at his associates.

Charlotte, obviously, stood to his left, smartly dressed, as he was. To his right was Cherenkov, looking slightly worse for wear, as usual. He was short, one might say petite, and sickly-looking, wearing bulky clothes that hung slightly off his slim frame. His hair was dirty blonde, pulled back into an untidy ponytail. He coughed quietly, then turned to Ramos, almost questioningly.

”Are we going to admire it all day,” he said, in a raspy, deep voice that didn’t really fit his form, ”or are we going in?”

“I don’t know, it’s got a sense of artistic elegance to it. Likely to make sure the little worker drones buzz away happily and aren’t able to think about the moral ramifications over their efforts,” Charlotte replied in her usual sharp, proper manner of speech. Her hands calmly adjusted her clothes out of habit rather than need since they were pretty much a second skin on her. Not a fact that was far from the truth. She inhaled a moment then added, “However I do agree with our impatient comrade about getting things done sooner than later. Ramos, I believe she’s already met you and it would easier if you lead us in?”

Charlotte made a hand gesture to encourage Ramos to lead them in through the doors.

Ramos nodded, resisting the urge to roll his eyes.

”Yes, Charlotte, that was the idea. Noah did say Ms. Freeman would know his… ‘agents,’ by my presence. Obviously, I was to take the lead on this assignment.” He turned and raised an eyebrow to his stuffy associate. ”Or weren’t you listening in the limousine.”

”Are we going to bicker like children, now?” said Cherenkov gruffly, shoving forward, ”Or are we going to do what we came for? Come, you two, let us not waste away any longer out here amongst your…” Here, he coughed for emphasis, glaring at Ramos, ”...exhaust.”

“It’s not my idea of a pleasant mission working with you either, Cherenkov. I was merely agreeing with you,” Charlotte coolly replied.

Ramos did roll his eyes here, following Cherenkov in. ”...It’s not as though any of us here are really bothered by my smoking habits, anyway.”

”That does not mean I want to smell it,” muttered Cherenkov. Regardless, he didn’t say anything more as they all walked into the building, which was just as aesthetically pleasing on the inside. Ramos walked up to the front desk, clearing his throat politely to catch the receptionist’s attention.

“Can I help you?” he said.

”Inform Ms. Freeman, please, that Anthony Ramos is here to see her. She’ll be anticipating my arrival, I’m sure.”

The man nodded then pressed a button for the intercomm directly for Ms. Freeman’s office. Her voice, professional and crisp, came over the speaker back to him.

“Yes, Hoffman?”

“Your expected appointment, I believe, has arrived. Should I send them in now?” Hoffman asked as he eyed the individuals up and down, likely trying to determine what made them important enough to have a walk in schedule for the CEO. He casually waited until her tone came back over the speakers to confirm they were to be let in moments later.

“Yes, let them in and postpone any additional appointments until otherwise notified.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” The man stated then retracted his finger before rising upright from his chair. He paused at his desk then indicate they follow him while he lead them to Ms. Freeman’s officer, pausing at the door and then opened it to allow them in before quickly departing. A blond secretary raised upright from her bent position to point out something and took notice of the three individuals. Jacqueline waved her hand, “Thank you Mrs. Gibbs, that will be all for the day.”

Mrs. Gibbs paused for a split moment as she observed Ms. Freeman, “Yes ma’am. If you need anything else, let me know and it will only take a short time to do.”

She reached to take the papers she was handed and casually made her way past the trio. Charlotte’s dark eyes watched the woman quickly retreat with only mild interest then returned it back to the current proceedings. Jacqueline folded her arms upon her desk surface, her eyes studied the three individuals, until the click of the door made it clear it was safe to discuss business again. She cleared her throat before she began, “As you can see, I’m cooperating fully.”

Ramos nodded. ”Quite. As promised, we are here to assist in your endeavor of tracking and reclaiming Ms. Desdemona.” He motioned to the associates at his side. ”Allow me to introduce myself and my compatriots formally. You know me, Anthony Ramos. This is Charlotte Danvers on the left, and Andrei Cherenkov. We are the Director’s most immediate subordinates.”

“I recall that being mentioned. Here,” Jacqueline stated then picked up a disturbing small file folder and passed it toward the trio, “Is everything we managed to collect since her disappearance.”

Naturally, Charlotte was the first to reach out and seize it. Her figure retreated back to the trio as she flipped through the information. It consisted of Racheli’s early life, limited by resources, and data over early findings of the virus to what little they knew now. Charlotte frowned while she gave Ramos a look in his direction, her hand passed the folder back with clear disappointment.

Ramos took the file, and began thumbing through it. He had to agree with Charlotte’s disdainful look, there really wasn’t much here. A cursory glance at the woman’s life from childhood to now, information on the transportation and loss of their “package,” and the like. Much of their information was already known to Polaris, so it was practically useless. To a point- the quality of the data spoke of a deeper understanding of the Phylactery than most, even if they were still calling it a “virus.” With this information, there was much they would be capable of. Not all of it good. In fact, very little of it good.

Their understanding of the Phylactery is somewhat more in-depth than we thought. We will have to identify just how deeply this knowledge goes and… trim some branches, as it were, he relayed to his associates. He scanned the document further, before stopping. He noticed something, something familiar from the CDC reports. A name. He looked up at Ms. Freeman.

Charlotte frowned at the notion of more work and fact these low intelligent beings managed to collect enough in depth information to worry Ramos, “I don’t think we’ll find them here, that’s for sure.”

Agreed, transmitted Cherenkov. If they do have such knowledge, it will not be in such an open place, where any prying eyes might rove over it. It will be someplace more secure. We should keep our eyes open. Be ever vigilant.

”This man, this… Dr. Gabriel Cole. What information do you have on him?”

“The usual you can over anyone that catches our attention and insists on blocking us. The CDC called him in since the virus had biomechanical properties they felt he might be able to decode and understand better. He took over the handling of Ms. Desdemona rather quickly. He’s been preventing samples from being delivered since she was dropped off making things… difficult,” Jacqueline stated with a hint of subtle venom in her tone over the struggle she felt was unnecessary. Her eyes carefully studied them as they each read the files she had collected and waited for their reaction, “We’re still not fully sure why the virus didn’t kill her like many other subjects. We’ve not her in our custody long enough to figure that out.”

Ramos nodded. It made some amount of sense- without the proper authorization, it was logical that the organization would refuse to release Ms. Desdemona’s records. What didn’t make sense was Dr. Cole, as a consultant, spearheading the efforts against the records being released, rather than the CDC itself. He seemed adamant that no one see anything about the subject, outside of the CDC, possibly even more narrow. That could mean one of a few things. Perhaps he knew Ms. Desdemona personally. Perhaps he knew something of the Phylacteries. Perhaps he was greedy for his own discovery, regarding this “virus.” More than likely, it would be more than one of those possibilities.

”The devices are generally only capable of bonding to one host at a time, Ms. Freeman. Though, your description of the, ah… rejection process amongst your other subjects is rather more virulent than we’re used to. Perhaps it was damaged on reentry… I can only suppose, at the moment, until we reacquire the subject.” Ramos flipped through a few more pages, seeing nothing that really caught his interest. ”Have you reached out to this Dr. Cole? Tried to incentivize his release of the information? Surely you have the resources necessary to provide some sort of compensation…”

“We tried, but every attempt has failed. Nothing has been heard from him since Ms. Desdemona vanished a week ago,” Jacqueline mentioned promptly.

Charlotte raised her eyebrow at Ramos, wondering if he was thinking the samething she was. More specifically how odd it was that both Dr. Cole and Ms. Desdemona had both vanished shortly after the kidnapping.

”Hmm,” said Ramos, turning back toward Jacqueline. ”Well, then… that might give us some sort of lead.”

Cherenkov nodded. ”It’s possible, Ms. Freeman, that this Dr. Cole is involved in your subject’s disappearance. Possibly, he could even be one of the… ‘heroes’ who facilitated her escape.”

“I tend not to jump to conclusions without proper evidence. However, I did see it was odd both him and Ms. Desdemona vanished around the same time. Currently whoever took her knew well what they were doing, had little resistance, and seemed that they are no longer in Lost Haven,” Ms. Freeman stated as she settled back in her chair, her arms fell under her desk and rested on the armrests, “However, I wouldn’t ignore the possibility at all. Is there anything else you require?”

Ramos looked between his associates. ”Not at the moment, Ms. Freeman. We will keep you appraised of any developments in our situation. For now, good day.” And with that, he turned on his heel, flanked by the other two members of his entourage. Outwardly impassive they may have been, however, they were quickly calculating within.

This situation is somewhat more dangerous than we initially considered. Especially Ms. Freeman’s capabilities, regarding this technology. We may have to move up our schedule.

But first, we must find the ‘subject,’ in question. We must find this Dr. Cole, as well. I have a feeling he knows more than he lets on about Symbiotes.

Well, let’s not waste any more time here. Time to see if we can find him, Charlotte stated as she continued to follow them, her mind already calculating the possible places Dr. Cole could’ve went, Sadly, that woman is limited to only Lost Haven, but we’re not.

We shouldn't discount the city, however. If this Dr. Cole has knowledge of Phylacteries, or even is a Symbiote himself- however unlikely- that gives him myriad resources, even within the city limits. We should center our net here, though cast it somewhat wider than usual.

Then we’d best get started now, finished Cherenkov as they left the building. We have a… “subject,” to reacquire.
In Mahz's Dev Journal 7 yrs ago Forum: News
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Just got one as well.


Had one yesterday, but none today as of yet.
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I'm not sure if he even knows if he can or not.


So true...
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Time
Day 2 ~ Evening
Location
West side of Ominar District Penitentiary~ Operation Time




After Charles finished speaking, he returned his attention to his earlier task. Carefully his knife slipped between the hard plastic and a very thin film, the make shift glue carefully being removed from the card nearest the picture. His tongue rubbed along his inner lip as he his breath stilled in his lungs and peeled the film back to work on the picture. The latter’s adhesive was stronger than the film’s causing him to make numerous cuts. Once done, he slipped his own in then ran his thumb over the film to flatten without staining it with his skin’s oil.

His eyes narrowed in focus to ensure he didn’t make a mistake while he listened to Mairyell’s words. He had just finished his mediocre attempt at replacing the photos in the identification, his right hand flipped his knife back and pocketed it. The other hand gently caressed his thumb to secure it all together. After smoothing the plastic over, he took a moment to think over what Mairyell said.

“I appreciate the assistance. As for this going smoothly, I’m honestly expecting everything to fall apart at the most inopportune moment and things to get rather complicated fast. So my nerves are very alert and why I came prepared with a teleport spell,” Charles explained while Mairyell walked toward the truck back, “Currently if we’re all using distort then I need to touch and trace a sigil into each of your chests in order to cast it. It will only take a few seconds, perhaps longer due to rustiness, but the effect will last up to an hour. Then I have to recast it.”

Raising up as well, Charles gestured for Mr. Hagar to stand so he could the spell. He mumbled something while his finger traced at the chest causing his irises to glow a slight purple showing the spell’s strength as his Vis began to coat the individual. When done, he began to do the same for Mairyell still positioned at the door and finally himself.

His anxiety jumped when the knock happened on the other side of the door, his mouth pressed tightly and watched Mairyell return the gesture twice. He nodded then followed the hybrid out into the cold air of the night. Charles eyes brushed to the sky above. He quickly noted the clouds take on a dark and sinister threat of rain, the weather difficult to predict much like London, causing him to frown at the possibly of rain. The day just continued to reflect his ill thoughts over the resistance’s survival as he stepped off into the pavement and walked behind Mairyell toward their destination.
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