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Generation - inFamous RP

Only problem:
I think we already have a sound manipulator.

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Generation - inFamous RP

Sam kept a neutral face on as she heard Scorn talk. It was like she'd done a one eighty. I guess I was right. Her personality switches depending on what she wants… Sam however, didn't show any signs of being nervous. She'd almost had been suspicious about the other's openness and hospitality. For a gang leader, she'd been quite charismatic. The fact that Scorn was hiding the underbelly of her organization meant that Scorn wanted Sam bad enough to lie.

"Yeah, let's go find a taxi. I should be able to go inside easily, since I look like tourist." Sam shifted her jacket, and noticed a stain on the inside. Blood. "I'll, him have to keep my jacket zipped up though. Fighting always leaves my jackets stained on the sleeves and inside."

She mentally checked her blood bag tubes. It was all in order, and she supposed that in order to really make sure everything was coming out as she wanted it to, she'd have to pull all the blood out first. "Oh, you wanted me to demonstrate my power earlier. I need to make sure my blood bag isn't leaking, so I could show you what I can do. I might get messy, so is there anywhere that I won't spear an innocent lamp or something?"

Sam smiled. A real smile. Even if Scorn was crazy, killing Sam made very little sense. Sam was the rook on the chessboard, able to move all around if she so chose, and enemies didn't know about her yet. She had to be used in an emergency, and could cover Scorn should the Syndicate need it. It was strange, even if she was in unknown territory with a psychopath, at least Sam was useful. Besides, the Reapers would be a useful tool for destroying the Syndicate.

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Thanks to the 'grand tour' from earlier, Sam was able to make her way back downstairs to the main room. She stopped just before entering, listening to the apparent meeting. She heard that the Reapers were grabbing Syndicate goons to show off as a message, though Sam wasn't sure what kind. It would be useful to have someone who knew the ins and outs of the Syndicate.

Sam also made a note on checking the news for the billboard. It had been quite impressive, and she wanted to see how the world would receive such a thing. When they all cleared out, Sam emerged from the stairs, pretending to not have heard anything. If Scorn was going to keep secrets and play cat and mouse with her true activities, then Sam would play along.

"I didn't have much to unpack, so do you still wanna visit the museum? Might be a good idea to see what the Syndicate's up to there. Or we could hire a few detectives to spy on the place for us, leave a few red herrings for the Syndicate to chase. Whatever you think is the best plan of action, really." Sam didn't want to cross Scorn, so it was better to let the woman be in charge and feel like she had power when in reality, she did not. Sam at least, hoped that she could keep playing along.

She just hoped that no norms would be hurt. She didn't care for them, but if she was on their good side then it wouldn't be so bad to be a Conduit in a city of norms. Sam had no pretenses of them being naive about her powers, but Sam still hoped that the plan of winning hearts and minds would work. After all, it worked for Delsin and Cole, why not her?

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Sam nodded at what Scorn said. At least these guys were with her now, and not with that old leader. She sounded like a terrible boss to have. "Well, I suppose they're a bit better off now. At least they have some free will to stay or go." Sam hoped. Sam had to remind herself she knew very little about Scorn's actual personality. Sam figured that the other girl was being too friendly to act like this all the time.

"I'll just put my stuff in the room." with that, Sam slipped into the nearest room and placed her dirty bag on the bed. Sam wasn't sure she could stand sleeping on it, even temporarily. She hated beds, which was mostly why she slept anywhere. It reminded her of her time in Curdon Cay too much. Even now she could imagine large cement hands reaching up from the sides of the bed to hold her in place while she felt her consciousness slipping away. Sam suppressed a shiver. No, this was different. Softer, like a large marshmallow.

Yeah, and the dresser's made of licorice. Sam chided herself. Don't grow attached. This is still dangerous. Sam quickly folded her spare jacket and placed it in the top drawer. When that was done, she took out her 'collection' of comics. It was five stained/torn/damaged comics that she liked to read. She placed them on the dresser, and sat on the bed. It was comfortable, at least. She reflected on the events of the day. Rogue Conduits, the Syndicate, and the museum lead. It all moved so fast, she was glad for the brief respite from it all. She sighed and grabbed her now empty bag to head back out to find Scorn.

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"Honestly, if I want to stand a chance against her I'm gonna have to pick something up." Even if they're handguns... she discreetly tried to angle the barrels away from anyone and put them on the porch instead of her lap. "And besides, I'm pretty good at not freaking out." Jak said, "usually." it was true, despite the fact that she was remaining calm in her words, she wanted to throw down the guns, and bolt out of the house. That stunt Sonya pulled was fresh in her mind, and it scared her. The fact that Naoto was sitting next to her and having this pleasant conversation right now was impossible.

The nonsense Sonya was spewing about flames and Guardians terrified her. She knew it would make her a target. These Mafia types were going to kill her if she made a wrong move, and if she was tough enough to face them, then they would never stop coming for her. The idea of being a mafia member right here and now was scary. What if she had to kill someone? No, no. Naoto would be the boss apparently and he didn't seem capable of putting out a kill order on anyone. It'd be fine.

"Mmm. Don't worry. No matter what happens, it'll all work out in the end. Worrying about these things just takes up brain space for other things. Like seeing if we can actually beat Sonya, for example. If you're too far in your own head you'll only be thinking about losing." Jak leaned back on her hands and waited. "But..." she said in a hushed voice, so only Naoto could hear, "if you ask me, we don't stand a chance against her. Not even if we rushed her all at once."

Her smile fell for a moment. She was deadly serious. If Sonya could land from a few stories up without being hurt, what did that say about what she normally did? It said she was a professional. Jak didn't know what she specialized in, but it wasn't croquet. High schoolers like them were just flailing their arms around compared to what Jak guessed Sonya usually faced. The fact that she had weapons like swords and guns out for them to use proved either arrogance or her skill compared to theirs. Jak figured it was the latter. It was like when the other team let them have a few runs, she could always see subtle things wrong with how they acted. The signs the umpire gave, the hand signals of the coaches, how high the ball flew, it was all a game to drag it out or finish them off. Jak had seem professional baseball players, and they moved a lot differently from what Jak had seen her classmates move. Sonya was like that, the air of confidence and the movements of a professional.

Jak swallowed her fear. Sonya would go easy on them, right?

Final Fantasy ~ The last pilgrimage

Name: Gyny Nudrah (Pronounced like 'Ginny')
Age: 20
Personality: Gyny likes getting the job done. Gyny also likes to investigate mysteries and myths. Gyny's curiosity is only rivaled by her interest in different cultures and languages. Gyny can often be seen fiddling with her hands, building small contraptions. Unfortunately, even though she's an Al Bhed by birth, she can barely build machina. However, her skills are unrivaled when piloting a ship (air or land) as well as when she is doing alchemy.
However, Gyny is no good with people. She will often talk about complex things without having everyone else know important facts to understand. She'll compare people to ships, and often times unintentionally insult people. Gyny doesn't get jokes as easily as anyone else. She can be a bit excitable when Alchemy or piloting is involved, but distant and off in space for the rest of the time.
History: Gyny was raised by the old Al Bhed ways and language as well as learning the machina and how to operate it. She grew uninterested in the machina (save for the ships) and only cared about the language and culture. Gyny spent many years teaching herself how to pilot airships as well as sea-ships. Even though she was still fairly young, she soon departed from home, wandering Spira to see all that she could see.
Naturally, within four years she found herself distracted by something equally amusing as cultures and their languages. Alchemy. She soon started to tinker with it, first making potions and other useful items for herself, then trying to create drinkable 'buffs'. Her experimentation involved a black mage who was her friend, and as she progressed she started to care little about safety concerns and only about the experimentation.
One day, she caused an accident that left her strange looking as well as lightly damaged the air-craft she had been working on. She was told to work until the damages were paid. Fortunately for her, but unfortunately for the rest of the ship, it went down in an attack from Sin. Not really wanting revenge, but wanting to visit Besaid for the yearly festival held there. She decided to see what she was going to do afterward, and wait until the smoke had settled from her old job before trying to find a new one. She thinks that fighting and killing Sin would be beneficial to everyone.
Appearance: Usually wears tight pants with lot of pockets. She also keeps a large 'gas mask' and goggles on her person. Her hair is naturally black and her eyes blue, a curse/alchemical mishap turn her hair green and her eyes orange, though her eyes have the distinctive Al Bhed swirl still. Most of the time she keeps her hair covered and her eyes under the goggles, so she doesn't get stares. Strapped on her belt are a series of hand grenades.

Warrior Class: Thief
Weapon, if any: Dual daggers. Simple daggers that stab people. They are well worn and somewhat dull.
Abilities: Steal, Poison Immunity (Lasts only as long as her mask is on), Dissassemble (can take apart machina), Throw Grenade
Extra Info: Doesn't like black mages when they suddenly cast spells. Inside of battle, she's fine. Outside of battle... she panics.
Open to Romance: Yes

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It's cool. My brain is half fried almost all the time anyway.

So we're waitin on Agni again?

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Yeah. Abbey was wiping his face earlier. Then he snapped at her and left.

I might have been jumbled in noticing that. Either way, that was Cyril and Abbey. CYRIL AND ABBEY

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But- Abbey was- I give up.

Yay~ Cyril needs to smacked around.