Lillium

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*pats Aussie* there there.
Its strange, though. Works perfectly on mine

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I'm assuming Lilliana is me? *raises an eyebrow*

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Is it just me or is the chat down?

Also, love the post, Lupus.

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Brooklyn – safe house

Nilin raised a brow at Diego’s callous attitude towards the war – especially the normals. The way he talked about it – bragged, really - and his utter disregard for common sense, such as killing through a squad of soldiers just to get a slice of pizza was worrisome. The man seemed to be on a downward spiral to self destruction and if they weren’t careful, they’d get caught within the blast radius. She wouldn’t even blink if he spontaneously combusted and took down a whole town anywhere out of her territory, it wouldn’t be her problem. Unfortunately, she was set with the task of dealing with him. It seemed like she had her work cut out for her. The young woman would’ve rubbed at her temples if she had been alone or pinched the bridge of her nose. Sadly, neither of those options were currently available.

When he finished talking to Faust, Diego turned to her once again. This time, the words that spewed from his mouth were more than enough to take offense to and strain their fragile truce. However, she’d heard far worse and she wasn’t exactly new to politics and power play. Retorting angrily or showing a less than neutral expression would’ve been accepting the bait – something she knew not to do. Besides, the fact that he was acting like an out of control hormonal teenager amused her greatly since his anger and retorts smacked of typical alpha male attitude. He was in her territory, under a truce with the Syndicate yet he acted like he was above repercussion and consequence.

It seemed that Diego Gomez was in need of a lesson in humility.

For the first time since she’d arrived there, her mask of neutrality broke as she let a smile flit onto her lips. Though her smile was beautiful and certainly held amusement, it lacked any warmth or friendship. It was more like the satisfaction of a predator having found weakness in its target. Before she could utter a word, however, Julius’ voice rang out. The barely suppressed anger in his voice took Nilin completely by surprise and she glanced at him, her earlier attention on Diego forgotten momentarily. The air in the room shifted currents, steadily growing more violent as if a storm was brewing. Julius spoke in a controlled voice despite the anger underlying it. He chastised his friend, explaining to him the matter at hand and Nilin found herself impressed with the man’s talent with words. What she accomplished by fear and cold, hard logic, he accomplished by understanding and reaching out. It was a tactic she’d rarely ever seen in this day and age, few, almost none could pull it off. The Syndicate had been right in choosing to ally with Julius Ragnarson. He was indeed a powerful man. When he was done getting his message across, he turned to her once again and offered her a smile, thanking her and gave her a pick of the rooms. She supplied the appropriate gratitude and obligatory smile and prepared to contact Karen to report the proceedings.

Julius’ answer to Faust pricked her interest and reminded her once again that she needed to look into who he was. He wasn’t a part of Julius’ group, that much was obvious. And he didn’t seem like an Empowered who was in need of a safe house or protection either. She bid Maribeth and Julius goodbye, clarifying that she needed to head back for a little bit and picked out a spacious if threadbare room for herself.

<Ren? Its done. Would you be so kind as to port me back?>

<Of course. Everything go alright? That took a bit longer than I expected. Teleporting you now.>

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Oh. A revamped Atticus. Excellent :3 I've missed violin boy. Sadly, Vera's not around to push his buttons.

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Brooklyn - safe house

Nilin was taken by surprise at Maribeth’s actions, specifically the way she floated up to see better. The simple action was perceived by Nilin to be quite out of the ordinary, as it was so carefree – especially in front of a potential enemy. The petite woman’s actions from her quick smile and the way she acted so openly, to her easy expression of gratitude were not what she would’ve expected in the slightest. The way she could bring herself to act as if the world was normal and they were acquaintances in a normal setting instead of the current situation which was more akin to a loaded gun. Her experience in reading people told her that Maribeth’s reactions were genuine, not some façade. Surprisingly, she found the telekinetic the most puzzling of the three powerhouses she was meeting with.

“You’re welcome.” Nilin replied, giving the other woman a slight smile. Maribeth then turned to Diego and began to discuss something that was of no concern to her, so she shifted her attention back to Julius while still keeping an eye on the two.

She listened as he answered what she’d addressed, polite as she herself was being. It was something she appreciated. Diplomacy was far more difficult than war. “Of course.” She nodded as if agreeing. The Syndicate already knew of Julius Ragnarson’s views on the war, as well as the fact that he leaned towards peace. A noble goal to be sure, but one the majority believed to be impossible – herself included. She listened as the man laid out his terms, taking care in choosing his words. Nilin pondered the terms for a few seconds, her face the same professional mask as always. Julius’ terms weren’t unreasonable nor were they unfair to either party.

“I accept your terms.” She gave him a brief nod. “As for your contact, I will serve as intermediary. If something occurs to change that, rest assured, you will be informed. ” Though she wasn’t exactly happy with it, she would be spending most of her time with Julius’ group as the Syndicate’s ambassador and spy.

A new arrival, a man who gave her an assessing look caused the meeting to come to a close. He gave her a smile meant to reassure, or something of the like no doubt, and introduced himself. Nilin returned the smile though hers was more like beautiful, brittle glass. The way he called her darling led her to envision a scene where she stabbed him in the carotid artery and let him bleed out slowly, though her body did not give away signs of her thoughts. “I would love to, but it would be futile. The curfew bars any sort of delivery.” Faust. The name seemed to ring a bell though the sound was far off. “Pleased to make your acquaintance, Faust. Sonokinetic, I presume?”

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GM post is up. Fight or flight?

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Brooklyn, after curfew

Night had fallen over the city of Brooklyn like the massive shadow of monstrous wings. The streets were mostly empty save for a few stragglers who hurried home in fear of being caught outside after curfew. After the so called plague of unnaturals had broken out, the government issued a curfew to be followed after sundown. For when the sun set was when the night police came out to play. The night police were a special branch of squads made up of soldiers and empowered working for the government, their task being to sniff out and capture any unnaturals they came across. Routine patrols were scheduled in areas most likely for refugees to be hiding out in, which would’ve worked were it not for the Syndicate’s involvement. Most of the empowered were too smart to be caught by the patrols, knowing how to navigate the city without crossing paths with them.

However, those who were new to the entire thing were easy pickings. Those unfortunate enough to not be taken under the wing of more experienced empowered or didn’t make it far enough to the multiple safe houses scattered across the city were captured and hauled away none too gently. The patrol squads weren’t taking it well at being evaded at every turn by their prey, leading them to become even more brutal and relentless. A hotline had been set up for citizens to report any suspected unnaturals, or even those who were out past curfew.

Tonight, the patrol squads were excited at finally having caught the trail of their prey. More than a couple of calls had come in about suspicious young people wandering around after curfew. The first sighting had been reports of a couple of youths heading into a deserted station. There had also been reports of a strange man wandering about with a girl, what had drawn the caller’s attention was due to the fact that the man had been dressed in the cloth of the church – men of the cloth followed the curfew and stayed out of trouble, usually. Though the squads were armed fit to deal with unnaturals, they had very specific orders to capture, not kill.

ooc: Sean and Yolanda, you’ll be getting visitors pretty soon. Same goes for the priest and his group as well.

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Yes. We were waiting for most people to get at least one post in before we did, though

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Nilin shifted her body to face the tall man who was speaking, his forceful words causing no other reaction from her than the raise of an eyebrow. <It appears I’ve run into Diego Gomez. He’s got quite the way with words.> She told Karen dryly, sarcasm woven into her words with a touch of amusement.

As Diego continued to speak, she stood there patiently as if observing a somewhat interesting subject, letting him run his course before she said anything. His angry words and brash attitude seemed much like a threat display resorted to by certain species of birds and mammals – such was the male ego. Diego Gomez was listed by the government as one of the most dangerous unnaturals, more so due to his volatile nature than his powers. She glanced at the woman at his side, or rather, a little bit behind him. She deduced that the woman was Maribeth Wilson, another one of Ragnarson’s group.

“Of course.” She nodded as Julius Ragnarson attempted to diffuse the situation before it could escalate. The gesture was appreciated, even if Nilin was hardly likely to take offense to words like the ones Diego had thrown at her.

“I don’t mind speaking here. I only offered out of common courtesy as I didn’t want to interrupt the reunion – such moments can be rare in times like this.” She glanced at Maribeth and Diego once again, not really minding that the discussion was going to extend to them as well.

Truth be told, all three of them being here was what she preferred as she could gauge their reactions far more easily that way. And from what she’d gathered, despite serving as their unofficial leader, the other two were equally as powerful and influential in their own way.

"You may call me Mira, it is what I go by now,"

“As I’m sure you’re already aware, this safe house is under our protection. That’s how its stayed off the government’s radar for so long. You are visitors here, honored guests, if you will. We understand the need for cooperation and we welcome alliances.” It was true, despite the Syndicate’s rather fearsome reputation, they were pragmatic in such matters. They understood that all out war between the Empowered would only help further the government’s goals and wipe them out faster. “However, I would also like to point out that while we do welcome other Empowered, we do not stand for conspiracy or anything that would lead to sour relations between other factions. Please keep in mind that as you are within our borders, whichever actions you take will reflect on us. If it is known that you are trying to cause war between gangs, or collude with the government, we will be forced to take action.”