Mistress Dizzy

ᵀʰᵉ Last Avatar & ᵀʰᵉ Red Lotus.

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LSF HQ · Early Morning · In collaboration with [&.Exit]LSF HQ · Early Morning · In collaboration with @Exit _ Jin lagged behind as the others filed out, still playing with that worn metallic ball. They peered at Tarnelu wearily, before speaking quietly. “Never done a team mission before.” Their voice seemed calm, but the Captain had known the young specialist long enough to figure out when they were burying some emotion or another. “I ain’t really a people person. Unless those people need to be dead.” The metal ball was neatly rolled over their gloved fingers. “D’you really think I can do this, sir?” Nelu tapped the edge of the table, killing the lights and the floating images they were drawing. He waited until the others were completely out of sight before he spoke. ”Working well with others? Normally I’d say ‘yes’ and leave it at that. Can you do it?” He began walking around the table in the center of the room as he spoke to Jin, looking at the corner of his eyes and shrugging as if he were bouncing the question around in his head. ”Sure. You’re very good at what you do. You were good at it before we found you and you’re even better at it now. Arguably the best shot in the world, quick with your hands and a natural talent for ‘improving’ every piece of equipment we’ve given you. Really, I think the better question is whether or not the team can do this without you.” Nelu stopped only a few feet away from Jin. His eyes fell on the worn ball they were twisting between their fingers. ”You don’t need to be a people person to be someone I or they can rely on. 141 is your prime example of this. You just need to do what you do best and everything else will fall into place.” Jin’s hand finally stalled as Tarnelu neared. They seemed somewhat flustered. “Ah. Thanks for the confidence. It’s nice.” A tiny smile lifted their lips. But it dropped quite suddenly as Jin closed their eyes. “I’m sure you probably know-” The Captain usually had his finger on the city’s pulse. “But the Drunken Honeybee burned down last night. What you probably don’t know is…Lady Cho died. She was a firebender, apparently, and she… just…burned herself up.” The scent of charred flesh hit JIn’s nose, and a shudder ran through their whole body. After talking a moment to box the memory back up, they started again. “She’s gone. My home’s gone. Most of the people I was raised with- gone.” Nelu took a deep breath. Loss was a difficult thing for anyone, not least of which for those of the LSF. The five on his roster now were not always just five and in fact, he was reminded of the missing spot on his team he still needed to replace. The loss of family, however, was always heavier than most and Nelu could understand the pain. ”That’s… tough, Jin. I know she was important to you and I’m sorry she uh....” He trailed off as he shook his head, envisioning how horrific a death it must have been. ”You know… my little sister is missing. And no, it doesn’t compare to what you’ve lost but I will say that even though it probably doesn’t look like it, I’m uh… worried about her. I was keeping tabs on her like I do and she’d taken a trip to the soup kitchen in the Lower Ring, near where the explosion went off. Near the Honeybee in fact. But…” Nelu was shaking his head again, chewing on his lip as he replayed the events of the day before in his head. Allen was in the hospital with critical injuries, beaten over the head with a pipe or blunted by rocks from an Earthbender. The Bender he did run into got away and all he had to show for his efforts was a rather sensitive bump on the back of his head hidden under a layer of bandages. He started pulling at them again as he continued. ”...She wasn’t there. Spent some time searching the rubble and found nothing but bodies and some guy pinned to the wall by a pipe. Nelu looked at Jin. ”I know you’re probably wondering why I’m telling you this, and the reason is this: I’m a ball of nerves. This will be the first joint mission in a long time. I have a relatively new face on the team, I have 141 and I have almost fifty Benders out beyond the wall that I need to apprehend and right now my sister is missing. I get no closure today, but you Jin. You do. Lady Cho is gone but she’s not missing. You know exactly where she is. She’ll be out there with you today, as will every part of your past because that’s how this works. How you work. I’ve seen you survive worse with less. However, I do want to know if you think you can do this.” Jin listened quietly as Nelu vented. They hadn’t known that their Captain had family. Most people in the RSF didn’t talk about relatives like that. Mostly because the majority of them were benders, and their families had disowned them. “M’sorry about your sis. I’m sure she’ll be found when the city calms down.” Or, more likely, she was already dead, and just not found yet. They didn’t say that, though. If Nelu was already feeling rough, then he needed hope, not reality. Jin reached out as if to touch his shoulder, but let their hand drop. They turned away, as if trying to hide something. The Captain’s question was a surprise. “Can I do it?” They took a moment to think, really think. “I mean - I could use a stiff drink and a nap, but that’s going to have to wait. Yeah, I can do it, and I will do it.” They shrugged, starting to toss the metal ball again. “I got nothing left to lose, Captain. And everything to gain.” ”That’s what I like to hear.” Nelu reached out this time and placed a hand on Jin’s shoulder, giving them a reassuring squeeze. ”You’ll do just fine and when we get back, drinks will be on me and we can talk about whatever you want.” Jin went very still as he squeezed their shoulder. Their whole body tensed in a way that only another soldier would recognize. The kind of eerie stillness that came from someone well-trained. For a moment, they didn’t speak. They didn’t appear to be breathing, either. In a blink, they relaxed, as if absolutely nothing had happened. “Sounds good, Cap.” They turned their face just slightly, flashing a brief smile. “I gotta get my gear sorted. I’ll see ya out there.” They moved for the door, flashing a lazy salute on the way out. Nelu accepted the salute and watched them disappear beyond the doorway. It slid shut behind them, leaving Nelu to his thoughts and the silence that followed soon after became an echo chamber for his musings. Despite what he’d said to Jin, he was hopeful for what came next. Spirits seemed high and even for Jin who had lost someone dear to them, the focus seemed to be on the task ahead, for the most part at least. It was hard to convince himself if he’d really seen it or not, but Nelu could have sworn there was a shade of red above the smile Jin had given him.

The Sahasian Alliance

Jinayah smiled warmly at Prince Erick’s acceptance of her offer to ride. “Excellent. I’ll be ready in about two hours. I will meet you at the stables. Just ask one of the servants to point you the way.” When Prince Gil spoke, she turned her head. Her mood dipped just a touch.

“Yes, it is a big day. I, for one, hope that you’re ready to dance your shoes thin.” There was an excitement in her voice that was entirely false. The lie was given away in her eyes. She didn’t mind socializing with the Princes in private. They were just boys, after all, and she’d spent her childhood dealing with them while she trained. No, it was the other nobles that would be in attendance. She could very well do without the conniving, backstabbing, constantly calculating courtiers.

As Prince Vyarin made his excuses and exited, she too, stood. “Well, I’d best get ready. You enjoy your breakfast. Prince Erick, I will see you soon.”

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One and a half hours later, she was at the stables. She had switched out the armor for an embroidered tunic and pants, with high riding boots. While she brushed her favorite riding horse, a rose gray mare with an elegantly braided mane and tail, she hummed lightly under her breath. Blossom always liked the humming. Hopefully no one was looking, as she practiced her dancing footwork to her own music.

Hopefully Sanctuary

One wild roller coaster ride later, they were on their way to the food area. Devika’s hair was a fluffy mess, having been tossed this way and that from the various turns and loops of the Devastator. Still, she was happy – and hungry. Tim was texting his wife, trying to garner her location. The trio weaved through the crowd, scents of various fried foods mixing in the air.

Although she’d never say it, Devika was starting to feel the strain. There were long lines everywhere, and people were irritable. It was like sandpaper.

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O R I G A M I
O R I G A M I

^{"Always be the smartest person in the room."}

C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________ Kijani Ryane _________________________________________________________ August 8, 2003 | 18 | Metahuman/African American _________________________________________________________ Single | ♀ | Heterosexual _________________________________________________________ Full-Time | 1 Year | Cyborg _________________________________________________________ Long Island | New York | United States of America C H A R A C T E R N O T E S C H A R A C T E R N O T E S _________________________________________________________ [+] - M I S C E L L A N E O U S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ - P O W E R S & W E A K N E S S E S P O W E R S & W E A K N E S S E S _________________________________________________________ [+] - P O W E R S & A B I L I T I E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ PAPERKINESIS Kijani has the ability to manipulate paper, and control it’s density. She can turn an index card into a razor sharp blade, a book into a brick, and newspaper into armor. She is limited only by her imagination, and distance. Every bit of paper within 50 feet is her plaything, from pages to paper towels. ◼ SPECIALIZED FIGHTING She has a lot of grace on the battlefield, her primary talent being evasion and misdirection. Her fighting style is a blend of Tai Chi, Capoeria, and ballet dialed up to 11- 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. ◼ ENHANCED SPEED While she isn’t a full speedster, Kijani can move fast as hell when it is necessary. What separates her from the rest of the speed freaks is that she’s still visible to those with a quick eye, and she can only keep this up for about 5 minutes max before she becomes drained. ◼ POLYGLOT Kijani has a gift for languages, and currently speaks English, Spanish, French, Italian, Portuguese, Mandarin and Japanese with fluency. She is working on Russian. She also boasts of having an eidetic memory, but this remains to be proven. L I M I T A T I O N S & W E A K N E S S E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Kijani does not have the superhuman durability that many heroes possess. She can and will be injured, and will die if shot. Also, if her paper is compromised, she has little choice but to run. -

B R I E F B I O G R A P H Y B R I E F B I O G R A P H Y ________________________________________________________________________________________ Arrogant - Elegant - Bitch 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. When she was eleven, she was kidnapped off the streets and held for ransom by an organization known as the Alpha Continuum. After about a month, she escaped and made it home to her parents. 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. She became an emancipated minor at the age of fifteen, took her inheritance from her parents, and used it to start living life on her own terms. S A M P L E P O S T S A M P L E P O S T ________________________________________________________________________________________ In a hidden pocket of Chicago’s underground tunnels, a young woman consulted a computer screen. On it was the face of a disheveled businessman, looking desperately into his webcam. “Please, Origami. Those files can’t leak, it would end me.” Kijani spoke into her microphone. It would digitally alter her voice, leaving a distorted masculine tone to hit this man’s ears. “I’m sorry, Mister Ross. But that is not my problem. My client paid me excellently for these files, and they will be public by tomorrow. Unless…” “Unless?” There was a note of hope in Ross’s voice. “Unless you can outbid my current client. Are you willing to pay the price?” She typed rapidly into her computer, knowing a hefty sum would now be blinking on Ross’s screen. It had better be; she had placed the hacking module in person. His face fell. “That’s… a lot of money.” “It is. How does it go, again? Ah, yes. ‘Your money, or your life.’” She chuckled, dryly. “You have 24 hours.” And she cut the connection. She waited 5 seconds before exhaling and removing her headset. Her golden eyes were almost glowing with happiness. Shady businessmen were Origami’s bread and butter, and she was about to make a 10 million dollar sum. He’d pay to keep that secret. Most of them would rather sacrifice their cash than their ‘sterling’ reputations. Kijani Ryane stretched, popped her back, and got up to make herself a latte.

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Uhh. Link?

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@Damo021 On pure looks, yes. We'll see.

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@Lord Wraith Now now. None of that. Kijani has her own money.

A title, though? You can't buy that.

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Well. If this gets to be a romance rp, I know who Kijani's going for.

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Good to have you back. I'm moving and may not have internet access for a bit.