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I can stir up trouble in Gotham if needs be? I am reluctant to GR post if YA's gone but that said, I wouldn't mind her going 'freelance'.

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Well if they 'wouldn't mind' then I'd like them to post before I do. GR needs to escape and run from the team and then be chased and picked up in the morning. Obviously, this needs a team.

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I could post Ghost Rider but don't see much point seeing as her arc is also the current YA arc and you and I are the only YA members left. I'm also still waiting on Hillan before I post again as Black Mask.

New Lilith: Shadows of Darkness

It was three in the afternoon by the time Alex had walked home with a hazy smile and a congratulatory chai tea latte from a lovely market vendor she had discovered on an exploratory walk during her first walk. Her tote bag bumped her leg for every stride she took and a few untamed locks of hair peeking out from beneath her hat tickled the back of her neck irritatingly as the breeze ruffled them, and her sweater was a little too cloying for this heat...but she didn't pay any of it any mind. Jethro had asked her out, and she was suprisingly and exceedingly happy about it. Despite her confusion as to their 'status' after their nights out, and her attempts to be aloof and separate from previous experiences with emotion out of some naive attempt at maturity - she liked Jethro. He was cute, and funny, and he dressed well and smelt nice and pushed her hair up and back in a particular way she liked very much but could never replicate. She smiled again with renewed fervor as she stepped into her flat block and then called the elevator.

The doors opened to Kitty's form on the other side, and she looked up from her phone with ever-so-slightly pouting lips (perfectly red with porcelain foundation, a Snow White look Alex knew she wore when she felt homesick) and broke form into a smirk as Alex grinned back at her.
"You look sickeningly cheery, child. Did someone you hate die?" Alex didn't stop grinning, but she did shake her head as she swapped places with Kitty.
"Jet asked me over for dinner." She said, and the doors closed before Kitty could reply with more than a raised eyebrow and another smirk.

-

Up in their apartment, Alex locked the door behind her - Kitty had a key - and dumped her bag on the kitchen counter, walking around the table into the attached living area, flumping down on the sofa and looking at the clock that sat on top of the television. Ten past three. Three hours and fifty minutes. Three and a half before she had to leave. She sat in contemplation for a few seconds, and then got up again. She had time.

She went to her room and shut the door, closing the latch. She made sure her window was shut tight and secure and then drew her curtains before stepping over to her desk and plugging her phone into her speakers, turning them up as she began to play music. With the scene set, Alex retreated to her bed.

Sat atop her covers, legs crossed and pillow laid across her lap, she rested her hands on it palms up, and closed her eyes. Breathing slow, she let herself feel the weight of the air on her palms, feel the rush of breath in and out of her. She felt the buzzing of the molecules and then a spark, and she exhaled, her breath becoming thick and gray as the same smoke began to slowly roll from her palms and spill down the pillow onto her bed, eventually reaching the floor. From there it got easier, and the smoke spread faster, rising by itself off the floor and expanding, worming through the air in a way similar to lightning until Alex's entire bedroom, from wall to floor to wall to ceiling, was filled with her smoke. She moved the pillow from her lap and swung her legs over the edge of her bed, standing and pacing around her room. She swung her arms and watched as the smoke moved around her and then re-settled. She felt comfortable, and she moved her hand toward and away from her face, watching it disappear into the fog, her arm a fading stump.

Something banged on her window and she jumped, and the smoke instantly fell to the floor and dissipated immediately, no thought being held to its upkeep. Alex swallowed and breathed, the effort of sustaining her radius always surprising her. She moved over the window and peeled back the curtain, peering into the courtyard below. Oli was standing with his hands on his hips, nose scrunched as he looked up. He waved and pointed at the door, and then walked towards it as Alex disappeared from view.

-

He was in the apartment within 5 minutes and comfortable within ten, splayed out on the sofa as Alex fixed two cups of tea. She brought them over carefully, shooing his feet off the coffee table as she did so, and sat in a chair opposite. He sipped, blew, sipped again, smiled, and then put it down on a coaster. He looked up at Alex and grinned.
"I passed Kitty on the way." He said, and Alex groaned, dropping her head into her hands and peeking through her fingers. There was a smile there, Oli knew, but she was being melodramatic for the sake of amusement. "Know what you're wearing?"
Alex looked up. "No. Nothing too nice. I like him but I don't wanna seem..." Oli smirked. He knew what she meant. "But I can't just wear what I always wear, then it looks like I don't care at all. And my clubbing stuff is too slutty..." Oli gasped.
"Your clubbing fashion is hot as hell, girl. I know what you should wear." With that, Oli set his half-drained mug down on the table and jumped up, rushing to Alex's room. She raised an eyebrow and did the same.

She found him standing in front of her wardrobe, holding something she couldn't quite see. He turned and threw it at her and she saw that it was one of her shirts, a silver sheen one she wore on nights out. Oli bent down and opened a drawer, grabbing a bodycon skirt and throwing that at her as well.
"There you go. Black or silver pumps and some skimpy underwear and you'll do wonders. Classy, but the skirt makes your butt look hella good." Alex chuckled, and nodded, folding the ensemble and putting them on her bed.
"Lovely. You always come through for me, Oli." He shrugged and pretended to shoo off her compliment.
"It's what I'm here for. So what has he got planned for you two then?" He asked, and Alex knew that it addressed the specifics of the night and the broader situation. She shrugged in reply.
"He's cooking for me, apparently. No flatmates -" Oli raised his eyebrows and smirked, Alex grinning as she continued- "and he got an advance of weed from his dealer for a favour."
"Dumb dealer." Oli said, sniffing and leaving the room to get back to his unfinished mug of tea. Alex followed.
"Or a good favour." And they both chuckled.

-

Five'o'clock by the time Oli left, three mugs later. Kitty had come back at half past four and waved as she passed on the way to her room - she always studied for an hour after a lecture. Alex had received a text from Tré - who had also heard from Kitty, and who had wished her 'good luck' and a passing joke about her 'little sister growing up so fast' - and then gone back to her room, undressing and then taking a shower.

Half past five. Alex did her hair, taming it as much as she could without chopping bits off, and holding it in place with clips and hair spray, and then her makeup. Ten to six. She got dressed, tights, skirt, shirt - buttons, tuck in - shoes. She stepped out of her room back to the living area and stood infront of the full-length mirror Kitty had propped up against the wall. Oli was right, it did have an element of class. And the skirt did make her butt look good. Six'o'clock. Alex had a beer. Ten past six. She had some water. Quarter past. She went to the loo. Twenty. Twenty-five.

She jumped when Kitty cleared her throat from the doorway.
"Just go. You look great. If something like you turned up on my doorway a few minutes early, I probably wouldn't begrudge it too much."
Alex smiled. "That was almost something nice, Kitty." She remarked, and Kitty smiled back.
"Almost," she replied, "so leave before I have to balance it out." They chuckled. Alex left.

New Lilith: Shadows of Darkness

Just a heads up, I changed Alex's vigilante moniker. I wasn't 100%with LanternBearer and I think this new one better encapsulates what she does and what she tries to appear to be. I'm also planning for it to be adopted after several excursions leave people whispering about her, rather than one she chooses for herself.

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YA members should post then. GR is waiting on Kyle and everyone else is fighting Amazon. This mini-arc we're on is the start of Dani's power development and I'd really like to get on with it.

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Sucks to be capped then.

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'I want the cap until I want more characters.' Good one.

On another note, YA MEMBERS AND JASON TODD PLAYERS.POST.

The Mavericks: Valiant Heroics

Cassie took Wednesday for herself. She had no leads on her assignment from Locke, no gang contacts were talking, and to be frank, after an emotional evening and a long-overdue reconnecting with her sister, she needed time to collect herself, to stuff her heart back into its box. She didn't like it, but it was too hard to do her job wearing her emotions on her sleeve and opening herself to the guilt and the grief that she pushed upon herself. She'd gone home, put her burner phone down, stuffed the bag with her Quintain outfit in her wardrobe, and then changed into a breezy dress with tights and a coat, pulling a scarf from the back of her apartment's front door and throwing it around her neck as she locked up. She smiled politely at her neighbour as they brushed in the hallway and then she was down in the lobby and out through the glass doors and into the light again, breathing deep in the air. She hadn't had much time to see the city from ground-level recently. In all honesty, since her time on the streets, she'd been avoiding it.

She took a walk through Thistle Park, enjoying the greenery and the river gently bubbling by her side, and then hung a right to come out into Kilbride's illustrious shopping district. There were one or two malls which proved to be the main attractions to the retail-frenzied masses of Kilbride (and it's tourists) but the extravagent high street was Cass' preferred haunting grounds. Grand shops, sporting gold and marble, pristine whites and subtle, elegant greys, selling beautiful dresses and sleek suits and the kind of jewelry that a man like Locke would buy for his illicit mistress. Such stores were frosty to Cass when she walked in, but when she found something she liked and produced the means with which to pay for it, they got awful friendly. Cass found it amusing, a little in-joke about what money could do for you.

She started in the mall, though. Got a drink (salted caramel hot chocolate, the sugar injecting some energy into her still-sleepy mind), browsed the CD store. She saw a group of similar-aged girls across a few aisles, flicking through posters and pointing at the boys featured in them, nudging each other with elbows and then chuckling amongst themselves. Cassie felt a a strange pang of jealous nostalgia, and thought of it as a window into Jo's life. A lurking monster of resentment threatened to rear its head somewhere deep in her belly, and she quickly left, music she'd been planning to purchase left scattered on the shelf. She went to lose herself in the highstreet among the gowns and cocktail dresses but failed, that beast in her belly growling low. She ignored it, faking a smile and browsing jewellry and idly chatting at a furious pace to the various Personal Shoppers. Strained small talk as she tried on dresses that she didn't even pay attention to, leaving stores with bags and a scratched credit card.

The sun was down by the time she left, and she walked home with the right sleeve of her coat pushed up and her wrist on display. Her tattoo on display. She couldn't call her Focus in an instant, and she wasn't strong or fast. Her tattoo was the only protection she had. It usually worked. There had been one or two frightening moments, split second decisions in the face of someone desperate or mad or drugged-up, fleeing as best she could with heart pounding in her chest, taking flight back to her apartment and sitting in the middle of the kitchen, hidden from sight and calming herself, slowing her pulse and focusing her mind to bring on her ability, simulatenously traning and soothing herself. People moved in the streets around her, but they were mostly shoppers like her, headed home with bags on their arms. Cassie lapsed into a strange calm serenity, an uncommon feeling of safety washing over her.

She jumped when she heard the sirens. Head up and darting, eyes scanning, scrutinizing the street. Still some light to the air, still a quiet road with streetlights beginning to flicker on and spill orange ambience onto the sidewalk. The sirens were further away and there were...four of them? At least three, she thought, and then there was a dull, subtle sound of horrendous wrenching beneath the sirens, and a vibrating crash after that. Something...big, she couldn't think of another word with all her processes devoted to listening, something big was happening. Something that attracted the attention of the police, or at least their attention had been pointed at it. Something that might attract the attention of someone who's just gotten their first taste of fighting back...

With that thought whispering in the back of her mind Cassie weighed her options. The sirens were still blaring but they wouldn't be for long, and she didn't have time to get home and then back out as Quintain. Home was the opposite direction to the sirens and still too far off. Shit. Shit shit shit shi- She cursed over and over, agonising over the possibility of being identifiable. Of going toward danger without her rifle, or her armour. Of going unprepared..but what other lead did she have? Shit, she thought, one last time, before dumping her bags of shopping and turning on her heel, booking it in the direction of the sirens, listening intently for their direction.

She found the street soon enough, panicking slightly as she rounded the corner and the sirens she'd been following stopped, only to realise that they'd done so because they'd reached their destination, and then realising that by proxy she had too. A bank, a big bank, one of the biggest in Kilbride. Four cruisers, officers sustaining fire, the metal-framed doors of the bank foyer ripped off at their hinges - well that explains the wrenching noise - and loud noises coming from inside, undoubtedly the criminals responsible. There was a larger boom from inside and a wave of dust slowly rolled out of the hole where the doors used to be. Explosives, then. Assault rifles and explosives and something or someone who can rip metal doors straight off the wall. Cassie cursed. She should have gone back for her rifle.

She ran around the building she was behind, a shop with a flat above it on the end of the street, and dived into the alley by its side, darting through to get a better look at the bank's front wall. There was no convenient rooftop, no elevated position, and Cassie hated it. She felt exposed, out of her element, vulnerable. On a rooftop, blocks across watching through a rifle scope, she was in control. Right now, she was improvising. And Cassie hated improvising. But with any luck, she wouldn't be the only one doing so. All she had to do was wait and watch.

Charlatan City [Adv][Cas][Group][Superhero][Parody]

A no-metas superhero RP certainly seems like an interesting game.