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A prison break?

Something like this had never happened before on The Promise. Not in the past four years, at least. It was something unheard of- unthought of. It was supposed to be impossible. There was the safe, relatively normal side of The Promise, and then there was that dark, dangerous side of The Promise. The two were never meant to collide. The Promise's high-security, high-level parahuman threat prison was supposed to be the best in the solar system.

But really, did they never think that this would ever happen? Especially when the place is practically run by parahumans with troubled pasts. Anyone could falsify their way onto the ship under "good intentions". All it would take was one skilled technopath and viola, you'd have a prison break on your hands. Then again, maybe this is what the government wanted from the beginning? If the parahuman prison was located on the parahuman space boat, the only ones that would be harmed or who would have the best chance at surviving would be the parahumans themselves. This would benefit the government; although they weren't likely to be behind this prison break, it would benefit them if the two parahuman sides aboard finished each other off. There would be less parahumans to deal with, and therefore they would spend less of their budget on The Promise.

These were thoughts that ran through Eli's mind as she quickly put on her running shoes. Whether it was by coincidence or sheer luck, it was Eli's first day off in five days. She'd slept in, had a quiet breakfast with coffee as she watched what little news was broadcasted on The Promise, and had just put on her running clothes to jog towards her parahuman parole officer meeting (technically it was called training) when the alarms began blaring.

Eli wasn't exactly panicked yet. Surely there would be enough security officers loaded with nullifiers and guns to quell the prison break. She hoped that The Promise hadn't been ignorant, and that they had made a plan for emergency situations like this. They had to have at least enough backup nearby to stop a prison break, right?

These thoughts were enough to give Eli the courage to step out of her apartment and head down the single flight of stairs it took to get to the bottom floor. She would head towards the public shelter as fast as she could. Her apartment door wouldn't hold for long if there were prisoners lurking around. It was her best bet for safety. As she was just about to exit her apartment building, her fears were finally realized as she heard a shriek outside. She stood frozen at the door, the milky glass making it impossible to see what was outside.

As Eli squinted in an attempt to see if there were any figures, a dark shadow loomed in front of the glass, and outside of the door she could hear sniffing. Without a second of hesitation, Eli slowly backed away from the glass while trying not to make a sound or release a breath. The moment she felt she was at a safe distance from the door, she turned and bolted for the stairs. If getting to the public shelter wasn't possible on the ground, Eli knew a few ways to get there on her own.

Eli had just rounded the corner of the second level staircase, she heard the sound of glass breaking from down below. Her heart beat and pace quickened instantly, and she didn't stop until she made it to the roof of the building. She'd snuck away from her building plenty of times this way, either from ex-boyfriends who were waiting outside of her building to see her or from officers here to question her about an incident that had the markings of an illusionist. Apparently being a trickster had its advantages: Advantage #1 being a quick getaway from a potentially life-threatening prisoner, or an awkward breakup.

Eli's building was only three stories high, and fortunately it was connected to a whole line of apartment buildings. She really only had to climb or jump over a few ledges in order to reach the next building, and so on and so forth. She tossed the bat aside. Unfortunately she would need both of her hands to scale the ledges, so her physical protection item could not come with her. It was all up to her abilities if she ran into trouble now. With a huff, Eli turned towards the direction of the shelter and began her familiar trek across the rooftops but at a much faster pace.

It was when she reached the fourth rooftop over that her untrained parkour speed got the best of her. Her foot slipped as it made its landing on a ledge and she tumbled over it, landing with a thud on the other side. She winced, remembering a few drunken nights when something similar happened to her. This fall was nothing but a nuisance until she heard the sound of a door bursting open a few rooftops behind her. She remained still, listening in case the pursuer would find her trail and follow after her. She would be fucked if they did.

A loud grunt was heard from that direction, followed by the clattering of her bat as it was kicked across the roof. Then, in what seemed like one achingly long passage of time, the thing turned and headed back into the building.

Eli released the breath she had been holding in and slowly rose to her feet. Down below her she could hear the sounds of released inmates creating chaos, the shrieks of helpless parahumans whose power meant nothing against the power of a threatening criminal. She grimaced. The government had to have some kind of plan when something like this happened, right?

Right?




By the time Eli reached the closest building to the public shelter, her hope of any security taskforce rushing in to save the day had been squashed like a bug. It had taken ten minutes for Eli to make it there, and she still had to climb down a fire escape and make a run for the building. From the direction that she came, she was facing the back of the building. She would still need to make her way to the front.

The street below was quiet, and she could have sworn that she saw a hovercraft land near the public shelter a few minutes ago. A flicker of hope passed through her. Maybe some reinforcements had arrived? Maybe some ammunition had shown up? ... Maybe it was just someone trying to save their own skin.

Eli closed her eyes and took a deep breath. It was just a few hundred feet. She could easily make that within forty seconds.

Forty seconds... Okay. She could do this.

A quickly as she could, Eli climbed her way down the fire escape and in one slick move slid down the ladder to land firmly on the ground. She turned and bolted across the eerily silent street and around the side of the building that held the public shelter. Slowing down as she neared the corner to the front, Eli stopped to peek around the corner before she would make her move into the open square in front of the building.

The sight of security officer Radvi filled Eli with a wave of temporary relief, but before she could make her presence known she saw Radvi raise his gun. Out of nowhere, the gun was knocked from his hand and lodged into the wall by a literal spike. Eli pressed her back firmly against the wall, trying to think of what to do. She was of no help standing there, and it seemed that Radvi and his partner were the only officers in sight. So much for getting to safety.

After a quick peek around the corner once more, Eli caught a good look at the three inmates as they moved to practically surround the shelter. Their menacing exteriors made the hairs rise on the back of Eli's neck. They were grotesque. They could have come straight out of a horror movie. Why did this have to be the first time Eli had to use her abilities to fight?

She was frozen in her spot, trying to convince herself that she could handle them. That with Radvi there, everything would be okay. It was then that she heard Radvi's usual strong, friendly voice sound small and fearful, “Stay… calm…”

Suddenly, Eli could feel the blood under her skin boil. There was no way that Eli was going to let anything happen to Radvi. He was the only security officer that she'd grown fond of over the years. The only officer that didn't report every moment she spent rebelling against The Promise's rules. He was the one that continued to fuel her hope that The Promise wasn't all that bad. If he was gone, she would surely give up on The Promise's good intentions.

Eli's face hardened, her lips pressed into a thin line. Let's kick some prisoner ass.

Stepping out from behind the corner she walked to stand a few feet to the side of Radvi. She focused her attention on the three disgusting figures in front of her, tapping into their mind's perception of their senses. There were only a few illusions that Eli could use at this moment. She could make an optical illusion, but she would have to think of something that would deter all three of them in a second's amount of time and hope they would be fooled. Or there were the options of messing with their perception of balance or negating one of their senses. If she chose the latter, she would have to quickly decide which of the three she could manipulate at her current strength. Sound, sight, or feeling? Eli had to chose within a matter of seconds, and she decided to go with the one that would have the strongest effect.

As soon as Eli had a strong connection with the three, the inmates would begin to feel the world beneath them ebb and flow like a wave. Up would feel like down, and it would seem as if they were spinning off into space. They would begin to feel dizzy. Extremely dizzy. The few subjects that have had to undergo this effect reported feeling extremely nauseous, and a few of them threw up because of the feeling. That was simply an experiment; Eli had held back because she was afraid of hurting the volunteered subject. She wondered what would happen now that she wasn't being cautious...
(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ space boat ♥

Permission to come aboard the (っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ space boat ♥



Elara Wessex

Location: Serval Industries HQ, Conference Room
Skills: N/A




Serval Industries HQ. What a corporate palace. Elara had been in Virginia for one week now, and she had to admit that life here seemed pretty easy. For the past week she took her time settling into her new life. She'd figured out a solid running course, already decided on her favorite cafe nearby, and had finally finished unpacking her things. She was still getting used to living around other super-abled people, and it felt extremely odd to be so open about her abilities. So far, she'd kept to herself. If she wasn't out in the city exploring or training, she was in her room with a book or on the phone with her dad.

So, when she received a call to meet in the Serval Industries conference room Elara knew that her "time to settle in" was over. She wasn't exactly sure what she was going to be tasked to do, but the nervous excitement for her first mission carried her from her room towards the meeting without a second thought. She almost ran to the building to relax some of her thoughts. She was still deciding whether she liked being a part of Serval Industries. They would keep her identity a secret and allow to her continue to use her abilities, sure, but what was she going to do when she questioned the orders that came from up top? Would her missions really be given to her to make a difference out there, or would they just be in the interests of the company? These were things that ran through her mindas she stepped into the conference room.

She chose to stand towards the far left, near a window that made the room feel a little less stuffy. She took a calming breath to ease her mind and turned her focus onto the people in the room. She glanced over each individual, noting that most of them wore plain clothes and didn't seem bothered that people might recognize them. Elara had chosen to wear her all black "costume" for any missions related to superhero-ism. Her lace mask was tucked into the pocket of her joggers and ready to be put on the moment she left HQ. She'd chosen to opt out of a jacket today, in case she needed to move quickly in her first mission.

Her attention was drawn from her colleagues to the head of Serval Industries, Rae Gardner, when she began to speak. The former X-Men Psylocke stood next to her. She had briefly met both of them when she first moved to Serval, but the short hello's and "welcome to Serval"'s wasn't enough to give Elara a sense of character from the two.

Elara listened closely to what Gardner had to say. A small frown tugged at the corners of her lips. A group had gone off on their own, without Gardner's approval? Elara glanced around at her new teammates and wondered if they were thinking the same thing. There had to be a reason this group up and left, and it was odd to Elara that Gardner hadn't just contacted them herself. Either way, the group could either be causing trouble or there was a misunderstanding. They were being sent to figure this out, and it seemed that Psylocke was coming too. Elara looked back to Gardner and Psylocke and nodded to acknowledge that she was listening. She stood straighter, prepared for her first mission. It was certainly going to be interesting.


To Be Filled Out:
@BlueSky44

Yikes! Thanks for pointing that out. I’ll adjust accordingly and will get a post up as soon as possible.
Hello, everyone! Here is Elara a.k.a. Vertigo/Mirage



Please let me know if you have any questions, comments, or concerns!
Noting my interest as well. I'll post a CS as soon as I can put it together.

Eli


Moments before Be Somebody


"Number 58?"

Eli's hooded face looked up from the tacky maneki neko figurine on the counter; she'd been transfixed on the bobbing paw of the cat for the past five minutes. Even as she handed over a twenty dollar bill, she was still aware of the figure's movements. When the takeout bag was finally handed over Eli was quick to take it and make her way out of the richly colored shop.

She turned to the right, placing an earbud into her ear as she made her way towards her apartment. With such heavy rain Eli usually would have had her food delivered, but tonight she needed some air. She'd been going non-stop for the past few days, much like the lucky cat from the store. Ever since she missed a day of work, she was taking on extra assignments as a way to make up for the vanishing act. Dr. Matt was a busy man; after his morning therapy sessions, he headed to Santa Celia University to give lessons. As a matter of fact, Eli was once one of his students. So as an act of gratitude that the doctor hadn't taken the assistant position away from her, Eli agreed to grade the papers from all fifty of his psych students by next week.

Unfortunately for Eli, this meant that most nights she didn't have time to take to the streets. In a way she was grateful for the break. Her world had changed so quickly in the span of one day that she felt it was necessary. She needed to ground herself, and what better way to do that than to read fifty papers on Erikson's stages of psycho-social development. She'd been so busy grading the papers that she hadn't even thought once of putting on the lace mas-
BOOM

The loud noise startled Eli, and she instinctively raised her free hand to cover her head as her feet halted to a stop. A few moments passed before Eli turned back to face the direction she had come from. Five blocks down from where she stood, a giant ball of fire was engulfing the street. Its light illuminated the dark clouds above. Eli's mouth hung agape in shock and she stood still as the distant plume dissipated in the rain until all that was left was the wreckage: a tanker truck lodged into the side of a building now engulfed in flame. Eli took a step towards the scene, but as three patrol cars raced by in the same direction she realized that soon every news channel would be broadcasting the accident. There was no way she could get involved without being seen, and her mask was at home on her nightstand.

Eli stood there for a few minutes, watching the distant chaos unfold. Her attention was drawn to the sky as the clouds became the color of merlot; the rain soon changed its hue. She held her hand into the rain, her brows creasing as the strange droplets fell into her palm. The ominous rain only peaked her curiosity. She quickly turned around, briskly making her way back to her apartment.

Soon she was standing in front of the TV, the layers of wet clothing and her soaked sneakers sitting in a pile in the hallway. Just as she had expected every inch of the scene was displayed across the screen. She sat down on the couch, slowly pulling her takeout into her lap. She took absentminded bites of her meal, setting her fork down every now and then to listen to key bits of information. Not only had a tanker crashed into the side of the number one restaurant in downtown SC, but it had been the one restaurant that the mayor had chosen to visit on the same night. There was still no word of any survivors within the restaurant yet.

The footage of the wreckage seemed devastating, but no evidence of foul play was being reported. She paused the TV as the camera panned over the wreckage of the truck, squinting as she saw an image of a three headed beast emblazoned on its side. She grabbed her phone from the coffee table and with one click she'd taken a photo of the logo. It was rare for a truck that size to make its way through that area of downtown, and- now that she thought of it- the logo on the truck had never surfaced anywhere in SC before.

She slowly chewed on a dumpling as she examined the logo closer. Was it the connection between the chaos, or just an unfortunate accident? With a frown, she set her phone down and engrossed herself in the news once more. All suspicions set aside, Eli was just hoping that everyone in that restaurant would make it out safely.
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