Mistress Dizzy

State of Heroes and Villains

Kijani is not there in person- she knows that her role isn't suited for heavy lifting. She's going through all her sources and contacts, digging for any info on who would have done such an attack- and how.

Young Justice 2022: League of Their Own

Do we still have a Titanpad? Someone PM me if we do. THanks.

State of Heroes and Villains

We still can, retroactively. I was gonna post to you next. Just because this is going on doesn't mean we can't fill in 5 years of blanks.

Transcendent: Darkness Rising (A Sci-Fi Roleplay)

Kassy had started to feel a bit better after finding the cafeteria and downing a dose of pills with several glasses of water. The announcement for a meeting echoed overhead, so she followed the lights to the briefing room. It was a crowded path, and she had to clear her throat several times while traversing. Many people were looking down at the lights as if the path would vanish if they didn't.

How did these creatures navigate? Honestly, they'd be quite lost in the water.

Upon reaching the room, she tried to look for an open space so that she wouldn't be in anyone's way. She wound up whirring the tank to the bench beside Mr. Kaite. Was she imagining it, or did he look more worried than he had?

"Mr. Kaite, I hope you're feeling better." She addressed him with a nod and a smile. Always give positivity. To tell someone they looked ill would plant that seed in their minds, and probably make them feel more ill than they actually were.

Academy of Heroes and Villains

Connor watched the battle, not particularly interested in the battle, but had to admire the team work, although it didn't seem like there was any, when the email came through. He had his emails on a push notification, and thus, when it came through, his phone notified him.

Curious as to who could be

emailing

It would arrive from Kijani, about 2 hours after they spoke. It would have a send date of the day before.

Connor

I'm sorry you have to find the truth this way. By now, my body has likely been discovered. I hope one day you'll be able to forgive me. I love you, to my last breath. I cut you off so that you would feel no responsibility for what I've done. This is not your fault, Connor.

I know you were always asking me to tell you what was going on. Now I will, I'll tell you everything.

My parents never wanted me. They got together at a party, one thing led to another, which led to me. My mother wanted to abort me before I was born. My father's mother apparently had some religion against that- my father didn't care either way, apparently. I was ignored by them for most of my life- except when there was some kind of function. Then I was dressed up, dolled up, told to be polite and perfect. I was the precious perfect daughter, to be trotted out and showed off. When we got home, I was nothing again.

I always had my powers, though, from as early as I can remember. I had a nanny. Her name was Marta. She was beautiful and sweet and smart, with long brown hair and freckles. I loved her. She loved me. She called me special, for what I could do, and she said one day I'd be something. She would give me books, bigger and bigger books to practice with. I was ten and I could juggle three Oxford dictionaries. I had power, Connor, and I was happy. One night, I heard her fighting with my parents. Something about me needing real parents. I wish I could have told her that she was my mother, in my heart. I never got the chance. When I woke in the morning, she was gone. I never saw her again.

Alpha happened to me after that. I really can't tell you everything that happened. Most of it I don't remember except in nightmares. I know hospitals give me cold sweats. I know I can't smell blood, or bleach, without my mind shutting down. I know I can't be restrained without completely freaking out. There's more. There are things I'll never break free of.

I don't know how long it took, but eventually my power just went away. They tried to force it back out. When that didn't work, they put me in a truck. Didn't bother to really restrain me. I didn't fight. I knew they were going to kill me, and I didn't care. They took me out to some empty field, and one of them cut into my abdomen. Something came out of me. A microchip, a tracking device, I don't know. I was standing there, bleeding, watching a soldier point a pistol at my forehead.

Something came over me. Something cold, something determined not to let them murder me. I could feel again, with my powers, and I saw that the scientist who was handling me made the mistake of carrying a notepad. I ripped it from her pocket. The pages were knives. The soldier, I killed him. I cut his face open, his throat, his stomach. I took his gun. The scientist was on the ground, begging. Pleading.

I shot her, Connor. I shot her until the gun was empty. She couldn't have done anything to harm me, in that moment. I murdered a woman, Connor. I was eleven. I'm a murderer.

The last blow came much later. I don't remember getting to a hospital. I just remember running, running, running until everything hurt, and then nothing hurt because my body had grown used to the pain. I woke up in a white room, with that horrible smell. They had to drug me to calm me. The doctor said I was lucky. I had a bad infection but I lived. He said they had to do surgery, that they had to take a part of me out.

I'll never have children, Connor. Between the scarring and the infection, they said I would not be able to conceive. My childhood got taken, and my future was stolen before I even got a chance to consider it.

Don't you see, Connor? You will do better than me. You need a strong, pure, good woman, who can give you all the love you deserve, and all the little baby Starks the world can handle. I was never going to be that woman for you. I was always a mistake, an aberration, and I'm fixing it now before I ruin you like I am ruined.

I love you.

Kijani

him, he checked it, reading with a slight frown. Anyone watching him might see a variety of emotions crossing his face-pain,
Anger, sadness, fear and finally, a strange sort of amusement, that seemed to incorporate all these emotions.

As he read it once more, Connor ross smoothly, walking out the classroom without a word. He kept his phone in his hand, as he moved through the halls, his long stride eating up the distance to the infirmary. Me pushed the door open silently, seeing Kijani in what could be considered a state of panic.

He watched her, silent for a moment. He didn't go to comfort her, to wrap her in his arms, didn't. Not yet.

"There's a difference, Kijani, between being a murderer and surviving. A difference between killing a human being, and killing a monster in human skin. But beyond that, do you actually think that would change the way I see you? Because it doesn't. You were a child, alone, and faced with people who treated you as nothing more then a lab rat." And now he walked over to her, silent, his expression, for the moment, curiously blank.

He knelt, so he could be looking up at Kijani. "As for a strong, pure, good woman? I imagine any of them would be boring, unassuming, and just happy to do whatever I want. And I've never met anyone like that. As for children, who is to say that even if a child isn't biological, they can't be yours. After all, my father was adopted. And you yourself wrote on the email that Marta is your mother, in your heart. You are not ruined. Not to me. I think if you had succeeded, if you had died, I would have been ruined. You will never ruin me, not the way you think."

He sighed softly. "Don't you see, Kijani? I see you. I want you. I need you." He gave her a half a smile, not looking away, he now seemed to struggle with what to say. It seemed he had exhausted his store of words, and he looked down, briefly, before looking back to her. "I'm patient. I can wait for you to see that"

@Caits

Kijani looked at Connor from the moment he walked in. She was certain that this was the end, that he'd say he was done too. She deserved to be alone. Connor surprised her. His goodness always did. Probably always would. She felt tears sliding down her cheeks at his words, and she didn't bother to wipe them away.

"Connor... I need you too. I love you more than anything." She made a weak noise, almost a laugh, before it turned into a sob. "I'm so sorry, for everything. You'll probably say I don't need to apologize, but I do, I truly do..." She fought the next words out. "I have nothing left, Connor. I don't even have my strength. I'm going to be different from who you know, forever. I... I want to know..." She looked up at him, teary eyes full of hope and fear. "Will you help me get strong? Different than what I had before? Strong in a way I choose, instead of... being told to be?"

State of Heroes and Villains

Ok, posted. I typed that all in like 10 minutes. >_< why can't I write that quick all the time...

State of Heroes and Villains

Kijani was having an unpleasant morning. She had thought that she'd take a few days off, to go steal Connor from work and find some quiet place on the beach to not think. Being in love with someone who worked as hard as herself was good, for the most part, but aligning two busy schedules was never easy.

The reports of the attack on the Academy had taken her by surprise. When the first story came in, she thought it was a fluke. Just what could raze that school to the ground? All of those students, all of those teachers, gone. It made her stomach twist in a horrible way, and she had to bury the emotions deep to keep her mind on work.

After all, knowledge did not sleep.

Kijani had spent the years after graduation building a private information network. She had access to information that most agencies would pay hefty sums for. What she also had was the skill set to get into places that still put things on paper. Between her paperkinesis, her speed-reading, and the handy ability to remember everything she read with absolute clarity, she knew exponentially more than most people would forget in their lifetimes. All that knowledge was doled out to the highest bidder, under a pseudonym, Archive. No one knew the identity of the mysterious information broker. Most people assumed it was a man.

Kijani was careful, though. She worked through well-paid proxies, layers of security, and a lot of disguise and modulation. No one knew who she was, and she liked it that way. To the public, she was a successful businesswoman and investor, who happened to be Connor Stark's main squeeze. Maybe one day they'd get married.

That is, if they could schedule it in.

Kijani took a brief thirty second rest from her multiple screens, taking the time to put in eye drops and guzzle a bottle of spring water. Then she got right back to work. None of her criminal contacts knew anything. She had looked herself, to the same end. Usually with something this large, there was someone raring to take credit for it. Instead, there was a silence. It suggested to her that this attack was the first of many, the opening move in a much larger, more deadly game. That made her worry.

Using her personal phone, she dialed Connor's number. The phone was hooked to a headset, so she could continue to run searches, and talk as well.

"Connor... I heard." No survivors found so far, no responsibility taken... "Who's there with you? Anyone we know?" She exhaled, trying to keep the anxiety from creeping into her tone. "I know you're there, or near the scene. Please be careful. Tell me what you need from me now, and it's done." Connor knew about her role as Archive, and she made sure not to cross the path of any hero or villain. Even though she had good info on some 'secret' identities, she wasn't about to start a fresh war. Someone had already done that, apparently.

State of Heroes and Villains

*sigh* So... should I even post?

Transcendent: Darkness Rising (A Sci-Fi Roleplay)

i'm wiped. if i try to get a post out it will be a paragraph.

State of Heroes and Villains

i'm falling behind. i had no idea that we had a thread or anything. im exhausted right now. can i try to get in tomorrow?