Polaris North

The Unwanted.

Luna adjusted the strap of her automatic rifle, feeling the weight of it was uncomfortable to a speedy fighter like her. Why she had decided to bring this along made her question her state of mind. Was it because she felt like a pistol couldn't do jack shit anymore? Or was it because wasting the precious ammunition of her beloved pistol wasn't worth it? She wasn't sure, but she was beginning to regret it. She certainly can't leave it behind anymore so she'd just have to soldier the weight until they were at a safe place. Hopefully, she can find a good place to hide this in or else it would just be another clue on where they went.

Her attention snapped back when Jennifer started to speak. Luna was sure that Jennifer wasn't one for the dangerous life and certainly didn't even watch some dramas of it. Some may be unrealistic but they at least held some semblance of truth in them. Once she was done speaking, before Luna could even think of opening her mouth to speak, Violet had already done it for her. The first thing the young girl had said was a warning. Luna didn't carry a cellphone with her anymore, only using stolen phones (which she rarely does to be honest) or disposable phones so no one can track her down. It was one of the rules of HQ. The personal phone would be left at their HQ where it would be hidden until the user comes back after a job.

She listened to Violet's retort to Jennifer's explanation. Before the young girl could proceed with scolding Ashton this time, Luna spoke up. "They know what we are. The people at the gala knows that we have these special powers of some kind, and I would guess that the government already knows about it - the powers I mean. People fear the unknown - and we're the embodiment of that. The government won't just let us off with a simple 'questioning'. Best case scenario is they lock us up. Worst case? Dissection." Luna was a fan of watching TV shows and movies and if some powers just sprout out of nowhere, the government would do everything in their power to obtain this supernatural power and use it for themselves, even at the cost of the person's life. It's one of the reasons why she didn't approach a hidden source within the government to get her out. No amount of strings could pull her out of this mess. Hell, not even HQ could send something to help her in her time of need - and they had so many contacts to the point of ridiculousness. You wouldn't even think that some sort of bodyguard company needed that many contacts.

Luna sighed as Violet continued, scolding Ashton first and then looking at Luna to at least hope that she had done something right. "Apologies. Only having the mindset of getting out as soon as possible does that. But I would also think that no matter how careful we are, we can still be seen. CCTVs are placed all over the city, a passing person could have recognized us - there are still a lot of factors besides a Lamborghini cruising around town." She stopped before taking a deep breath. "And no worries, this club is specifically chosen because of that. High class clubs in the worse parts of town is where the one percent of the population goes so it can be kept a secret - away from prying eyes and away from anyone who might gossip about them." She has seen one too many clients do this and she understood why... and they weren't exactly secretive of how rich they are, choosing to drive some rich-looking car. "But I admit my fault and I apologize for that." Luna understood where Violet was coming from and she was certainly right. Smart girl wasn't she? Stumping people older than her by five years to a decade. She appreciated the young girl's presence.

She nodded once more and then took the notebook and pencil from Violet. She began writing her answers.

What is your name? Luna Yvilkov. What is your phenomenon? Electrokinesis/Lightning manipulation (not too sure). Did you get a symbol? Yes. Draw your symbol. She began making a small sketch of what she had seen in the mirror the other day. A sort of lightning symbol and then shaded it with the pencil.

Since she was done, she then passed it on to Jennifer, the one who was closest to her at the moment besides Violet.

Edenridge (Slice of Life with a Twist - Always Accepting)

Post is finally up! Apologies for the mega late reply (college + death of an ex-classmate + WBC + unplanned IRL stuff), and hopefully it was worth the wait! <3

@Dirty Pretty Lies

Sincerest condolences for your ex-classmate.

Anyhow! Awesome post, loved it.

The Unwanted.

The blonde leaned on a wall with her head down and her arms crossed with the automatic gun slung on her shoulder. It seemed that she had been resting, having no intention of speaking more with the male who now serves as both her client and friend. She opened one eye to look at the TV displaying the news. They were wanted for questioning? Out of all the people who had exited the gala, only three were going to be questioned? There were far more who had gained powers, she was sure of that.

She took a deep breath and let out a sigh. It was a good thing that clubs treasure money more than the law. Hopefully, with the amount of money given to them, it would convince them to treat them as one of their VIP guests, and thus, be guided to a back exit of some sort when someone decides to barge in and take them out. Besides, violence inside the club is something that everyone knows not to do. Truly, she hoped that no one would come searching for them - and if someone did, the club's staff would treat them well. If not, well, they were on their own.

As she closed her eyes once more, a knock came upon the door and it swung open, revealing another woman who Ashton referred to as Jennifer. She raised her head to look at the newcomer. From what she can see, the woman's body was conditioned. She had probably undergone some sort of training. She was a familiar face though. She pushed herself off of the wall and then gave her a bow of her head when she was introduced to the female. Then Ashton began to speak and Luna paid little heed to what he had been saying - they had already discussed what they were going to do with each other so there was no need for her to actually listen closely to what he had to say.

The another set of knocking came and the door was opened... to reveal a girl probably a decade younger than her. She looked familiar. She has definitely seen this one even before the gala. Her mind raced for her name. Names and faces are something she does not forget easily. And then it clicked, "Ah, Ms. Violet Black. It is a pleasure to see you again. Though the circumstances could have been better." The girl is the daughter of a client. They were introduced to each other as formality and so that Violet would not fear the sight of her, nor be cautious. She turned to Ashton who was a bit confused about what a young girl was doing here, "This is Ms. Violet Black. She is the daughter of two successful business owners whom I have worked under for some time. A smart child so don't let her age fool you."

After she explained that, she quieted down and allowed Ashton to continue speaking. Once he was done and was now wanting a reply from the others, she listened in more intently. Hopefully, it wouldn't be too bad.

Petrichor

@Landaus Five-One

Guess she got busy. Hope she gets to play with us. And yeah, more RPers are better for something like this.

Petrichor

@Landaus Five-One

Put up the Interest Check - gets five (?) players

Puts up OOC - influx of members

Guess a lot more check the RPs rather than the Interest Checks.

Petrichor

@Landaus Five-One

Mhm, yeah. Er, and the problem is? I'm slow okay?

Petrichor

@tex

Lookin' forward to how they'll interact.

Though she'd probably call her Grumpy or Grumpy Cat or something along those lines.

Petrichor

@tex

*Looks at human character*

Ha! They'd get along so well, I would imagine.

Petrichor

@Marshall

Added a description of what Adira's class can do and the form of magic that she uses.

Petrichor

I do hope we can insert some dark comedy in here. It can show just how truly broken most of the characters would be or something along those lines.

@Marshall

I must ask, is a spell faster than a bullet?