Ruby

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@Ruby In the name of Burter an alien from DBZ when Goku appeared behind him and scared him...

Have Mercy

@Sergei Romanov

No promises. ;)

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Right now my plan is a post after @Krayzikk. Not sure on @Plank Sinatra, so they can catch up later.

Welcome to Geurchville [Criminal/Gang Slice of Life]

Hmm. Maybe.

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Very nice posts, folks.

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@Ruby Sweet!



This is the closest I could get to Giles looking excited lol he is not an excitable person unfortunately xD

@Sergei Romanov

lol

Love it.

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"Ms. Vance?"

Emelia Vance smiled, polished, pretty, posture upright. There wasn't a mark of blood, or hint of bruise, on her. Only the pink eye shadow and lip gloss of a pretty high school senior that beautified the new girl scared of making the wrong first impression. Tight jeans, a flowing blouse of dull metallic gold sand silk, exposed shoulders, and gold glittered leather sandals. She was trying, even at 8:30 in the morning, waiting in the front office as the guidance counselor, Mrs. Evans, called for her.

"Here's your schedule. You don't have a first period, so feel free to walk around the campus and get an idea of where your classes will be for the rest of the day. And of course, if you need anything, don't hesitate to ask."

Off the rack blouse, off the rack slacks, box heels and a kindly face marked the middle aged Mrs. Evans. She seemed nice enough, and tried as hard as anyone in her position could be expected given the worries and stresses and constraints of her position, of her life. Emy smiled, at least her eyes did, her head nodding quietly s her hand clutched the backpack slung off her right shoulder, and she was out the door. Halls were empty, the bell had rung fifteen minutes ago. It was nice, in a way, to be allowed the rare chance to catch your breath as the new girl.

A deep breath brought in calmer feelings, and new sensations. Or new takes on prior sensations...like a sense, or a smell. Something she'd experienced before? The night before, it hit her, like a bullet to the brain. It was an act of violence, the way the memories of the night before struck her. She'd repressed them, forgotten them as if it was all just a bad dream. What else was those parts of Emy Vance's life, but just a bad dream she could wake up from? How else does a girl stay sane from such a thing?

The door to the library slipped open on well oiled hinges as she pushed it open.

The lighting seemed moody, even if it was probably meant to be private and academic in nature, the natural light of the morning light giving it a warmth, where the dark of night, so she imagined, might have given it a sort of foreboding. There were precious few in the library, but voices caught the edge of her ear, and pulled her towards stairs. Up the stairs, to the right, to a private room marked "RM L.202 - STUDY ROOM" on the building placard just outside the room. A study room?

Her hand moved for it, for the door of the study room--but it stopped short, as a voice crept up on her like a shiver up her spine.

"Ms. Vance, I believe it is?"

Only her neck moved, eyes following quickly behind. Eyes that set upon the source of the voice, but reacted as if she'd seen exactly what was expected: a teacher. Or in this case, a librarian. Tall, dressed in clothing that seemed like it came from the best materials and a tailored hand. Eyes that seemed a little too fixated on her for her liking.

"...closed room?"

It smiled. The librarian. "No, actually. No class has it reserved until fourth period."

Her eyes blinked away from him, and back to the door of the study room. To the conversation going hot behind the closed door.

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Okay. So, I went ahead and just filled in the beginning of the intro school scene.

Scoobies got to school, and huddled in a private study room in the library to discuss the crazy thing that occurred the night before. So let them talk, let them recount, let them guess, or let them debate. When I feel it's time, I'll have Emy and the Librarian walk in.

Then fireworks can start. In the meantime...everything from the night before, to that morning, to when they end up in the study room and start talking is entirely your domain. Enjoy.

Anything I can do to assist/help, just let me know.

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First half of the opener is up. I'll finish tomorrow, with the first day of school bit. Probably won't be as long, though I'm likely to funnel all your characters into the library. Be warned.

Also, be warned, the opener is supposed to mirror the kinetic sensation of a fist fight: it's dizzying, it's filled with primal emotions and half-thought thoughts. It's a little confusing, but what combat isn't at least a little dizzying?

If you're confused, if you want clarification about something, don't hesitate to ask. I really just let it go with that bit of writing--what came, came, and I was more concerned with sentiment than functionality. So be warned; it's more an impressionist post than a clear picture.

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Expect a post tomorrow?

Right now my thought is a two-pronged post.

One at night, where Emy encounters the Scoobies, maybe they get to see her in action for the first time, without either actually directly communicating with the other much.

Second being the next day at school. So mentally prepare for your openers to take place at school, talking about this Wonder Woman they just saw in action the night before.

No Turning Back - Into the Abyss

Name: Anabella 'Ana' Brax
Age: 40
Gender: Female
Nationality: Federation
Profession: Former CEO & Senior UEC Official. Currently Civilian Administrator for Ark Vitae.

Strengths:

• Intellect: Rarely will Ana find herself out of her intellectual depth.
• Courage: No matter the odds Ana will stand tall for what she thinks and feels.
• Charisma: She was raised to work a room, but her personal gravity and charm are genuine natural gifts.

Weaknesses:

• Mysterious: Sometimes getting a firm grasp on the woman's true feelings or intentions can seem impossible.
• Fame: She is never an unknown, she is never able to casually blend in. Eyes are always on her.
• Unmilitant: While she has trained in weaponry and survivalism to prepare for this, she has precious little field experience.

Personal Effects:

• Organic 3D printer capable of several pre-programmed food items.
• A small private art collection, including some famous pieces.
• Clothes and beauty supplies. Plenty of clothes.
• Possibly used connections to secure a store of items/resources to use strategically.

Bio:



Of the people that came out of World War III better than they went in, perhaps none did so better than Atticus Brax. At the start a peon of military research and design, by the end of it, a renowned inventor and engineer that helped make any sort of claim to victory possible through his genius and obsessive work ethic. After the war Brax went into buisness for himself, using war time connections and contacts to immediately secure a source of income for his small Brax Industries. By the time the man died many years later, the small business would be on the verge of conglomerate.

Atticus' son, Charles, was already in place to continue the trajectory. Though not the scientific or engineering genius of his father, Charles Brax had a better sense of people and business, bringing more of a CEO's mindset to Brax Industries than a mad scientist. When the Cold War began to heat up, he knew how to take advantage of it, and better yet, he knew how to work with the other side. Where governments and militaries could not go, industry and buisness could, and did. Growing Brax Industries to a world power in it's own right became Charles' obsession where Atticus' obsession had been producing advacement after advacement, establishing a base from which to launch future generations from.

The same generational mindset didn't hit Charles until his early forties. Though late to the game, it wasn't very hard for Charles Brax to find women that were interested in helping him establish family. Only problem was, he didn't like any of them, and was more than content to be lonely than force the issue with the wrong person. However content he was with that scenario, it wasn't one that lasted. During a deposition in a lawsuit he discovered a lawyer as sharp on the inside as she looked on the outside. She only turned him down six times, having no interest in appearing to be digging for Brax gold when she herself made more than most men she knew of.

As content as he was to wait, Charles Brax was just as aggressive when he found what he wanted. Over time he wore Eleanor down with patience and friendship and kindness, the only gift he ever gave her was an engagement ring--he knew she'd throw any other gift right back in his face. Though a happy and close match, the couple would only last twenty years, and two children, before it ended sadly. No matter how hard Charles Brax pushed the medical arms of the Brax business empire, there was nothing that could be done to save his Eleanor from a mix of genetics and bad luck. Fortunately for the two children, it had been enough time to have Eleanor instill in them everything that made her, and Charles, great people with good hearts.

And better yet, as Eleanor liked to say, "deep souls."

Anabella was the oldest, and much to her mother's delight and father's agony, from her earliest days it was clear who she took after: Atticus Brax. Curious, restless, fearless, and wildly independent. From her father she gained an appreciation in his worldview; a world of buisness that truly ruled the world, no matter what governments and artists said, the place where the Brax family could do the most good while gaining the most success. To Charles, wealth and the capacity to do good were one and the same.

From Eleanor, she gained the appreciation of just the opposite: that love and compassion weren't dulled by a lack of resources, if anything the inverse was usually true. She learned to love art, and music, and that those with the most must in turn do the most with those with the least. Both as a matter of humanism, and as a point of practical survival: the more they the masses saw you as a force of good, as another human soul not a callous capitalistic leach, the less the odds those masses would come and tear your house down and destroy everything you worked so hard to gain.

The common theme between both parents? Survival. To Ana that always meant survival of the Brax dynasty. She was raised for it; brought up going all over with her father, meeting with leaders of various governments and industries, closed door diplomacy whether in boardrooms or private clubs or in government chambers. Schooling in various parts of the world, even a few years spent learning on Mars. Then her father's right hand in business until his death, and taking over the mantle of chief philanthropist from her mother after Eleanor's death. Ana Brax was born for it, raised for it, destined to it. Nothing could stop that.

Until the Three Day War.

Everything changed. The daily botherings of business were left mostly to her brother and son, Ana and her own husband always on the move, throwing every hour of their lives and every resource they had into making the United Earth Council a reality, into doing everything that could be done to ensure survival. When her husband grew weary of the effort after three years, Ana all but dismissed him back to help their son and her brother. She helped negotiate the Articles of the United Earth Council, played a central role in striking conciliating concessions for Mars, and even helped drive what remained of Armani to the Genesis Project. Her personal, physical, inclusion in one of the Arks was a shock to many; most of all her family. Her brother stayed behind to take over all family ventures, and most painfully of all, her son refused to join her and her husband--the cost of neglect from a mother more focused on humanity than her only son.