Polyphemus

The League - First Blood (Persistent World Superhero Sci Fi and Fantasy, Always Open)

SONJA

Sonja stood exhausted, watching helplessly as Sarin slowly began to dissolve into gaseous form. All that and there was nothing she could do but watch. Damn. If only she wasn't so damn powerless under this dampening field-

-wait, did someone just say the dampening field was down?

It was true, she realized. She no longer felt like someone had draped a wet blanket over her. She was at the same power level she would be if she walked out of here. If she acted quick, she could still save herself.

Sarin was taking longer to change than she normally did, seemingly fitfully as bits and pieces of her body remained solid even as others melted to gas. One of them being her head.

The Stan Musial bat flew across the room, smacking perfectly into Sonja's outstretched hand. The bat was back at full power, as well, giving it the approximate striking force of a pile driver. Sonja, pushed into desperation, swung it downwards as hard as she could, aiming for Sarin's still-intact head. It might be too much. But if Sonja didn't stop her, she'd be dead herself in the next few seconds. There wasn't time to do anything fancy. There just wasn't time. She was exhausted from the effort of using magic under the field, there was very little gas left in the tank.

Sonja closed her eyes just before the bat made impact, felt the ragged edge of unconsciousness pushing itself over her. Despite it all, she was so tired she welcomed the sensation. Not to mention she didn't really want to face what she had just done to Sarin. It seemed like as good of a time as any to pass out. So she did.

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SIXGUN

"Thank you, gents," he said with a nod. "I'ma just pop back into my room and grab my wallet, then I'll be off." Hands in his pockets, whistling a jaunty tune, Sixgun walked back to his room, his confidence bolstered by the guard's lax attitude. Making sure no one was watching, he regained his jacket and Panama hat, then carefully slipped the vial labeled Apex into his interior pocket. He'd take a stroll out, drop it at the dead drop, stop at a general store (or what did they call it nowadays? Convenience store, was it?) and get the cigarettes and liquor. Simple as that.

But first things first, some eavesdropping. Watching carefully and doing his best to keep out of sight, Sixgun sidled up closer to the main house, hoping to find the window to Marconi's office. If he could get an idea what he was discussing with Music, he might learn something valuable. Assuming he didn't get caught, of course.

The Poisonville Auditions

Cid? Emuxe? You guys still here?

Liar, Liar (Murder/Mystery)

Yes, Cooper being more than a little ignorant, he's one of those guys who thinks bisexuality doesn't exist and that Lillith just can't make up her mind.

Liar, Liar (Murder/Mystery)

Silent Observer said
Just started reading your post, wanted to let you know the Lillith doesn't play for either team in particular. She's a free spirit and she was purposefully flirting with your character. Gotta keep your enemies close. She's also a dealer on campus, just not the harder stuff like Cooper.

Well, Cooper isn't really a man who's acquainted with all the subtleties of the Kinsey scale, he views sexuality in somewhat black and white terms.

As far as her being a dealer, I was kinda trying to imply he had what you might call a professional regard for her, one colleague to another. That may not have come across in the text as I envisioned, though. Apologies fort any confusions or inaccuracies.

Liar, Liar (Murder/Mystery)

I'm coming along. Let's have a mystery-solving roadtrip.

One's a drug dealer with spotty hygiene, the other's a spunky yet vulnerable student of art. They fight crime!

Liar, Liar (Murder/Mystery)

"You know what, sure," Cooper said abruptly. "Fuck it. I mean, it'd probably be smart for me to get out of town for a while. Johnny Law wants me he's gonna have to send the staties. Sure, let's do it." He pushed Lillith off his lap as he stood rather abruptly and turned around, almost as though he had something he didn't want her to see. Just cause she played for the other team didn't mean she wasn't a healthy enough broad, right?

He snatched up the pistol and tucked it back into his belt at the small of his back. "Keep in mind that my referee here is coming with me, just in case you try to play unfair, got it? A .380 is pretty much the same thing as a yellow card. Let's meet back up in half an hour. I want to run home and pack a bag real quick." Did he own a bag? He couldn't remember. Probably not. "Don't go running upstate without me, doll," he said with a quick smile as he ducked out of the dorm room.

The smile turned to a scowl as soon as he was out of sight. He didn't trust her. Maybe that was the result of the crystal making him unable to trust his own reflection, but the point still stood. E'rybody is up to something, and she was no exception.

Still, like he had said, it might be good to get out of town. Besides, wasn't Maria from somewhere upstate? Might get a chance to do some digging, learn a thing or two. If Babylon ever busted him, having information about a murder might take a year or two off his inevitable sentence. Besides, always good to know who did the killing hereabouts. Just, you know, in case.

Liar, Liar (Murder/Mystery)

You guys know what this RP is beginning to remind me of? Twin Peaks.

Liar, Liar (Murder/Mystery)

"Well, hello to you too, Lillith," Cooper said, not bothering to get up or avert his eyes. "I wanted to make sure we understood each other, right? Tough world, we gotta hang together, right? And I'm sure you wouldn't want to do anything that might hurt your buddy Coop." He smiled. Any charm in that expression was undone by his brown, mangled teeth. Did he own a toothbrush? He couldn't remember. Probably not.

"So, I got two questions. Or more like one warning and a question. So, one," he said, leaning back in the chair. "If you were thinking about, say, going to the police and telling them all sorts of nasty lies about me, I don't think I'd like that very much. I mean, a thing like that would ruin the dynamic of our vitriolic but ultimately friendly relationship. Long story short, I'd be super pissed," he said, raking a hand through his hair. He gently laid a hand atop his pistol, seemingly without meaning to.

"So, the question. What really happened after I dropped Maria off here? Mainly for my own edification. I walked her here and left. Next thing I hear she's dead. I feel like there's some holes in this story, you feel me?" Cooper Harley grinned, gently spinning the pistol on the surface of the desk with an index finger in the trigger guard.

The League - First Blood (Persistent World Superhero Sci Fi and Fantasy, Always Open)

I wouldn't really call him an anti-hero, just a hero who happens to be a gaping asshole.

Liar, Liar (Murder/Mystery)

Shit, my bad, I must have missed that. I'll edit that to something more appropriate.