Mistress Dizzy

Justice League: Shadow of the Gods (Always Open)

O R I G A M I

Bangkok, Thailand

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^{January 1st, 2052 | 12:15 AM | Government Office}

Two months.

Two months of plotting, planning and bribing. Glad handing, working on the language, hacking her way into the employee roster. 2 months of late nights, posing as cleaning crew, cracking as many passwords and desk locks as she could. Two months of memorizing top secret documents – it was a pleasant surprise how much paper there was to go around this place. To think, an organization of this magnitude, still typing and redacting like a bad 50’s pulp novel.

Two months, all for one night.

Christmas was spent alone as usual, taking a day for herself to eat and train. She was starting to get a feeling for this place, and she would kind of miss it. It was a busy, beautiful, cramped and grungy city, just the way she liked them. On the day of the attack, she enjoyed one last traditional breakfast, packed her sliver of an apartment, and made sure her ready bag was prepped. Her suit was hidden in her briefcase, her sword tucked away in a poster tube. The man she was paying to pass security every day leered at her chest again. She would enjoy killing him personally, later.

When the shooting started, she panicked right along with the rest of the team. Acting was easy when everyone around you was losing their minds as well. All she had to do was run with the flow of chaos. So what if she didn’t go screaming for the doors like everyone else? She ran toward the source of the chaos, knowing her allies would be behind it. And despite all the screaming, blood and panic, she smiled.

“Happy New Year.”

After personally strangling the skeevy security guard with a lariat of toilet paper, Kijani got to work. She could hear the reports from Sin Tzu through her feed as the others got closer and closer to the objective. A bonus really wasn’t for her taking – there were bigger players in this game than she. Sometimes it was better to be a middle-man. Still, she should probably go and help. 5 minutes found her the elevator and up she went. There was a group rather courageously facing down Argonaut and a squad, all suits and ties and dinky guns. Fools. Loyalty that deep was just stupid. But, still in her work suit, she played the game, valiantly defending the general. That, and shooting the other office workers in the back “accidentally”.

There was one surprise. They had some metahuman on their squad, a woman, who seemed a little more ready than others. She felt the room temperature dip as the woman opened her mouth. Ice, probably. However, that was as far as she got, as Kijani quickly and silently emptied the rest of her clip into the woman’s head. There was a sickening squish and thud when she hit the ground. Another one for the 4 AM nightmare bank!

Politely, Kijani bowed to Argonaut and the rest of the Legionaires, then started picking up what was left of the weapons on the ground. “I almost missed the fun.”

Justice League: Shadow of the Gods (Always Open)

Origami

O R I G A M I

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Kijani Ryane
_{[ ◈ ] A L I A S E S}

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Origami, The Papermaster.

_{[ ◈ ] A G E}

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18

_{[ ◈ ] B I R T H P L A C E}

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Hamptons, NY

_{[ ◈ ] A L L E G I A N C E}

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Legion of Doom

_{[ ◈ ] P O S I T I O N}

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Kijani is primarily an information gatherer and spy, but she can and will fight if necessary.

_{[ ◈ ] A P P E A R A N C E}

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Kijani is 5’10 and lithe, with gold eyes, dark skin and hair done up in pristine dreadlocks. She has a tendency toward crisp business suits and the highest of fashion.

_{[ ◈ ] A B I L I T I E S // S K I L L S // E Q U I P M E N T}

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Kijani has the ability to manipulate paper, and control its density. She can turn an index card into a razor sharp blade, a book into a brick, and newspaper into armor. She can remember anything she’s read and recall it with accuracy. She has a gift for languages and speaks 4 fluently; English, Spanish, French and Mandarin Chinese. She is working on ASL and German.

She also has a lot of grace on the battlefield, her primary talent being evasion and misdirection. Her fighting style is a blend of Tai Chi and Capoeria- moving with the flow of the fight, never stopping. Kijani’s self-invented style flows from move to move, never breaking stride even when she falls or is hit, it simply becomes another move in the dance. She has been trained in the use of a Chinese jian and has her own custom blade.

She also has a suit with specially treated fabric and Kevlar. It is designed to be light and flexible, to work with her nimble fighting style. Kijani also carries a ream of regular printer type paper. With that and her armor, she can block bullets from most standard guns. If given warning, she could make a shield strong enough to withstand a rocket launcher, but probably not more than once. So far, she can get her regular paper as strong as steel. If she uses something like cardstock or heavy cardboard, this strength goes up, but the flexibility and ease of use goes down. She also carries paper blending sticks, which she uses like stiletto knives.

If she is unconscious, her shields can hold for about 1 minute without her active concentration. After that, they are useless.

_{[ ◈ ] L I M I T A T I O N S // W E A K N E S S E S}

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Kijani is human, with all the weaknesses that implies. She also has trouble using her power on wet paper, though she is trying to find some waterproof paper to work with.

_{[ ◈ ] B I O G R A P H Y}

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Kijani was born to two wealthy, brilliant people who happened to dislike each other. Her conception was essentially an accident, and her parents married out of propriety rather than love. She grew up cared for by a nanny while her parents worked and ignored her. When she was eleven, she was kidnapped off the streets and held for ransom.
The official story is this: Her parents paid, she was released, but she was scarred, both physically and psychologically. From that day on she was never quite the same. She promised herself she’d never let that happen to her again, no matter what it took. Her nanny was fired, and Kijani pretty much raised herself from the age of eleven while her parents worked. She became an emancipated minor at the age of fourteen, took her inheritance from her parents, and used it to start living life on her own terms.
Kijani works with the Legion purely because thinks heroism makes people weak. In her eyes, knowledge is power waiting to be used. It’s not good or evil, and it’s there for the taking. However, her cold and sometimes nihilistic nature makes her a poor fit for any good-natured organization. The only time Kijani is genuinely, truly happy is when she has a good book in hand. Very rarely, there’s a hint of an energetic, brilliant woman behind the cool-natured spy, but one would have to be very lucky.

_{[ ◈ ] N O T E S}

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Kijani’s theme song: Killer Queen by Queen.

_{[ ◈ ] S O U R C E}

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Amanda Waller, for one. She’s one of my favorite characters and a lot of my inspiration. Characters like her and Nick Fury make my day, and I wanted to know what would happen if you gave that kind of character a subtle dose of power.
As for her power, 100% cribbed from Read or Die, the OVA. I recommend it, it’s a fun watch if you can find it.

Justice League: Shadow of the Gods (Always Open)

Origami

O R I G A M I

_{[ ◈ ] N A M E}

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Kijani Ryane
_{[ ◈ ] A L I A S E S}

---

Origami, The Papermaster.

_{[ ◈ ] A G E}

---

18

_{[ ◈ ] B I R T H P L A C E}

---

Hamptons, NY

_{[ ◈ ] A L L E G I A N C E}

---

Legion of Doom

_{[ ◈ ] P O S I T I O N}

---

Kijani is primarily an information gatherer and spy, but she can and will fight if necessary.

_{[ ◈ ] A P P E A R A N C E}

---

Kijani is 5’10 and lithe, with gold eyes, dark skin and hair done up in pristine dreadlocks. She has a tendency toward crisp business suits and the highest of fashion.

_{[ ◈ ] A B I L I T I E S // S K I L L S // E Q U I P M E N T}

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Kijani has the ability to manipulate paper, and control its density. She can turn an index card into a razor sharp blade, a book into a brick, and newspaper into armor. She can remember anything she’s read and recall it with accuracy. She has a gift for languages and speaks 4 fluently; English, Spanish, French and Mandarin Chinese. She is working on ASL and German.

She also has a lot of grace on the battlefield, her primary talent being evasion and misdirection. Her fighting style is a blend of Tai Chi and Capoeria- moving with the flow of the fight, never stopping. Kijani’s self-invented style flows from move to move, never breaking stride even when she falls or is hit, it simply becomes another move in the dance. She has been trained in the use of a Chinese jian and has her own custom blade.

She also has a suit with specially treated fabric and Kevlar. It is designed to be light and flexible, to work with her nimble fighting style. Kijani also carries a ream of regular printer type paper. With that and her armor, she can block bullets from most standard guns. If given warning, she could make a shield strong enough to withstand a rocket launcher, but probably not more than once. So far, she can get her regular paper as strong as steel. If she uses something like cardstock or heavy cardboard, this strength goes up, but the flexibility and ease of use goes down. She also carries paper blending sticks, which she uses like stiletto knives.

If she is unconscious, her shields can hold for about 1 minute without her active concentration. After that, they are useless.

_{[ ◈ ] L I M I T A T I O N S // W E A K N E S S E S}

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Kijani is human, with all the weaknesses that implies. She also has trouble using her power on wet paper, though she is trying to find some waterproof paper to work with.

_{[ ◈ ] B I O G R A P H Y}

---

Kijani was born to two wealthy, brilliant people who happened to dislike each other. Her conception was essentially an accident, and her parents married out of propriety rather than love. She grew up cared for by a nanny while her parents worked and ignored her. When she was eleven, she was kidnapped off the streets and held for ransom.
The official story is this: Her parents paid, she was released, but she was scarred, both physically and psychologically. From that day on she was never quite the same. She promised herself she’d never let that happen to her again, no matter what it took. Her nanny was fired, and Kijani pretty much raised herself from the age of eleven while her parents worked. She became an emancipated minor at the age of fourteen, took her inheritance from her parents, and used it to start living life on her own terms.
Kijani works with the Legion purely because thinks heroism makes people weak. In her eyes, knowledge is power waiting to be used. It’s not good or evil, and it’s there for the taking. However, her cold and sometimes nihilistic nature makes her a poor fit for any good-natured organization. The only time Kijani is genuinely, truly happy is when she has a good book in hand. Very rarely, there’s a hint of an energetic, brilliant woman behind the cool-natured spy, but one would have to be very lucky.

_{[ ◈ ] N O T E S}

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Kijani’s theme song: Killer Queen by Queen.

_{[ ◈ ] S O U R C E}

---

Amanda Waller, for one. She’s one of my favorite characters and a lot of my inspiration. Characters like her and Nick Fury make my day, and I wanted to know what would happen if you gave that kind of character a subtle dose of power.
As for her power, 100% cribbed from Read or Die, the OVA. I recommend it, it’s a fun watch if you can find it.

Hopefully Sanctuary

"Oh, right." Devika flinched slightly, and backed away. "Sorry. I didn't mean anything by it, I was just trying to help." She managed a weak half smile before sighing softly.

"I am not going to use my powers on you without permission. I understand that now. I really am sorry." She went back inside without another word, going right back to boxing things up. Inwardly, she was cursing herself. She'd been so sure that she was helpful that she didn't even stop to think and ask for permission. And they were supposed to be working together. Roxy was right to be angry, it was just as intrusive as touching someone without their say, which Devika hated. She continued to work in silence, until she had several stacks of boxes just waiting to be put in the van.

You Can Become a Hero!

@Raijinslayer @Savo

Jin noted the other girl's look of confusion, and chuckled. "I'm just messing with you, you're way too frilly to be a 'kun'." Jin's pencil was still going as she kept up the rapid calculation. "You'll be Yumi-san for a while. I don't wanna make you stand out anymore. But you can call me whatever you feel like it. I don't mind." Inwardly, she was slowly considering telling this nice-seeming girl to back off. It would be easier than her discovering later that being friends with Jin was like a social suicide. Maybe, though, they could be a pair of weirdos together.

"I'm from Tokyo, as far as anyone here is considered. I was... born in Manhattan, New York. I think I got in here because they want to make me a model citizen? Good fuckin' luck with that." That was all she felt like saying about that, and with a faint 'hah' she set down her pencil.

"The odds of us 2 meeting in this classroom are approximately 0.853%. Pretty wild, huh?" She tapped the number with a very faint smile, pleased with the magic of numbers. Following Camilla's stare, she noted the same girl just death-glaring at the talkative group.

"What the hell's her issue? She got a headache or something?" Or maybe she was the kind of stuffed shirt brat who hated happiness and anything out of the ordinary. Every classroom had one.

Hopefully Sanctuary

Devika heard the van rolling up, the noise of it almost unnatural in her sanctuary. She taped up the box of books she was working on, and rose up to meet her. She could see, even through the front window, that Roxy was not alright.

"Um..." Devika put the box down on the ground, and quickly rushed to her side. "You look ill. Do you want some water or anything?" She wasn't sure what to do besides that, so she took a deep breath and focused on calm. A slow, soothing wave of emotion poured out from her, and it was a strong one. It could probably stop a fight if it ever needed to. But right now, she just wanted to make Roxy feel a bit better. She was pale looking and sweaty, and Devika was worried that she'd faint or something.

Justice League: Shadow of the Gods

What is up mah homies

You Can Become a Hero!

Jin sat in the front row, playing a game on her phone and trying to project an aura of ‘leave me alone’ to the rest of the world. She could hear a bunch of students talking animatedly, and there was a small part of her who wanted to join them. Especially when she heard “Tokyo” come up more than once. A response would come to her lips, but in the end, she said nothing and the moment was gone. Oh well. They probably didn’t want to hear from her anyway.

“Come on, level 24…” She muttered to herself as she forced her attention back to the game. Not long after that, she heard a very soft, almost halting Japanese introduction. She swept a glare upward and was about to dismiss whatever question this person had about her.

Then she was very glad she hadn’t spoken after all. Jin stared at the elf-like girl for a second longer than was appropriate, before dragging her gaze back to her phone.

“Yeah, s’fine. Not my seats.”

Her uncle’s words rang out in her memory, and she peeked up again.

“I’m Jin Takahashi, if it matters.” Suddenly, words were coming up. “I’m surprised there are 2 of us here. Maybe Ishin’s got a quota or something. 1 foreigners and 2 hafu’s per semester.” Of course this girl would have had to heard of the school’s reputation. Why was she here? What were the odds? She knew generally how many people like her were in Japan overall, having looked it up more than once. But to have another half-black person, going to the same school, on the same day, in the same class? Maybe she should calculate that for the hell of it.

She dug in her bag for a notebook and pencil.

“Glad to see another person here to shake up their comfort zone. Nice to meet you, Yumi-kun.”

Jin started to scribble out numbers in a complex equations.

@Raijinslayer

You Can Become a Hero!

Even though Tokyo was long gone out of sight, Jin Takahashi sat on the bullet train with her face turned toward home. She slumped in her seat, clinging to her suitcase and running her fingers over a uniform jacket that was still too new. For all of her boasting and boldness in the entrance exam, she was nervous about Ishin.

Leaving her family this morning had been hard. Her aunt had been crying, just a bit, and even her uncle had given her a rare hug.

“Jin-chan, please be good.”

“Yes, I will.”

“Call us if you need anything at all.”

“Of course, uncle.”

“And… try to make friends? Maybe if you’re nice to them, they’ll be nice back?”
Jin couldn’t quite recall what she’d said in response to that; certainly some mild and pleasing platitude. Uncle Tairo had been so hopeful, so eager for her to be a regular, happy student. It almost hurt that he was so wrong. The world didn’t work that way – no one was signing up to be her friend. The good thing about Ishin is that she wouldn’t have to worry about that. She’d be surprised if they let her hafu-ass in the door without comment. She was further surprised to find tears blurring her vision, and she muttered curses at herself as she brushed at her eyes.

No, there would be no time for that. If she went in weak, they’d spit her out and it’d be proof that she was inferior. She inhaled slow, and let the soothing noise of the train bolster her. Nevous about Ishin? No! Ishin should be nervous about her!

The remaining ride was altogether too short and too long, as it slid into the station. Jin had already programmed the local map into her phone, and stood in front of the academy before too long. The jacket itched. Her shoes felt too loose. Already she could pick out her upperclassmen, who were more or less relaxed. She could see the backs of other first years, all heading to the same place. Well, there was nothing for it. She hoisted her suitcase and followed the trail of new people to a usual looking auditorium.

Already, it was filling with students. Ugh, and they were talking already. She could already feel the stares as she hovered in the doorway. Her stomach twisted with the usual anxiety. They would probably talk about her now. She braced her shoulders, showed a glint of teeth and walked right into claim a seat in the front. Let them stare.

Hopefully Sanctuary

"Oh, okay." Devika looked a bit disappointed, but then shrugged. "I suppose I'll save breakfast for you." She grinned vaguely before sitting down. Sure, this was going just great. As soon as Roxy was gone, the smile faded.

"This is going to be... a chore." She tucked into her meal with a disappointed sigh, and drained 2 mugs of coffee. Once she was done, she put away Roxy's share in the microwave. Then she got up and started back to work. Packing things away, and then cleaning up afterward.