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NarcissisticPotato said
Nice post, by the way! Also, I agree, let's just do a little roaming for now; the GM is still kind of active and I'm sure they have another arc just waiting! If not, we can make our own!


Why thank you. I had waited for quite some time to reveal that part of my character's motivation.
And yes, agree.
Well personally I prefer that there is no cause everyone are forced to join in on. I rather there is a bit of free roaming,
But of course, it is good when some global event can bring characters together.
Maybe we can all create our own little events, and the rest can decide whether or not to join in.
Posted!
Hehe, my character is better :p


The media too seemed to already have a firm grasp on what was happening inside the LAPD building and was ready with actual live footage, as the building was getting torn down from the inside.
It was there, as glimpses were getting reshown of humans battling with powers hard to match, Kate knew her choices had been right. Not her choice in trusting Mark.. Oh no. Her choice in life.
There was a reason; a reason Kate chose to benefit from stealing, breaking and capitalizing on her powers. There was a reason she could justify her crimes; a reason she had been able to sleep at night. Because no matter how much she stole from society, it did not matter. Society, as people knew it, was coming to an end.

The footage revealed this assumption to be true…

Here we had people; single individuals unleashing Armageddon upon something that was supposed to be completely secure. And they were tearing down the place, dammit. A handful was doing the work of a small army.

Kate emptied the entire bottle down her throat. Any decent wine-merchant would say that was a waste of a good vintage - and yet she couldn’t care less. Life was about living. Because life, or the life people knew of, was coming to an end.

Once again: The footage revealed this assumption to be true…

“Cheers,” Kate mumbled before tossing the flask away, like it was nobody’s business. Alone in her apartment. Surrounded by the sins of her life: Luxurious furniture, illegal wares and stolen property.

The images on the screen gave enough away to show that this was just the beginning.
One day, one year or maybe in 100 years. It didn’t matter. Society would end.
There were people fighting like little children in this very moment, but with powers enough to classify as A Rank. To them there probably was no doubt there would be a tomorrow. They did not carry the burden… the… knowledge Kate did. One of the side effects of snooping in government secrets was that the world became clearer.
In the world there was A Rank, S Rank… SS Rank. How long would it take before a triple S Rank showed up?
There could be no society, no order in such a world. Not when one man could vaporize The White House and turn nations into ash. And it was coming. Kate knew this, and all she could do was enjoy every second until concepts like money and order were a thing of the past. All she could do was eat expensive caviar, sleep in soft beds and make sure she got laid whenever, however she wanted to.
Kate was an example of the life one could get, if they were extraordinary. And there was no crime in stealing, if the world was coming to an end.

With the drums of mass destruction in her ear and the words from journalists commenting, as if it was gonna matter a year from now, Kate grabbed a new expensive bottle.
“Cheers, guys,” she said, addressing the TV. “You just started it. And you are superhumanly great at digging your own graves.”
I suppose we all do.
Should a decision be made we can all just talk about it.
In a near future I'll get a post up.


It seemed all Kate did was answer phone calls. In fact she was one cheap skirt away from being a frickin secretary. This time however she was surrounded with enough military equipment to put her away for a long, long time if discovered. The jammers, the advanced climbing tools, the prototype interrogation drugs, all of it was to serve one purpose: Giving Caro a really bad morning.
That had been the plan when her phone rang. She hadn’t answered it, not at first. No, she had made damn sure whoever it was knew she controlled the pacing.

“Hello?”

“The LAPD headquarters is under attack,” a raucous voice said.

“… Well,” Kate mumbled and bit her lib. Since the television hadn't even gotten a hold on it, this was probably happening this very minute. Her employers really were well connected. “Shit happens, mate, but it was nice doing business with you Mr. creepy Cabrillo-man. Goodbye”

But her casual manner was stopped by the scarecrow of a man.
“If you hang up, the Cabrillo Group will spend whatever resources, whatever means we have, tracking you down. Finding you, hurting you, burning whatever life you have built, and make an example out of you.”

“… And why, oh why would you hold me responsible? If you had just come to me sooner-”

“If we can’t control Caro, we need to preserve the value of our name by other means,” the voice said.

Here Kate looked around. Her apartment and the interior reflected exactly her point to the world: No one can touch me; you’re not even close.
She had established quite a name for herself and benefited greatly. Just like knowledge was power, being a mystery was power too. Kate was not among the top rollers because, she was the best, she was, because people underestimated her. If that changed, everything her eye now moved over would crumble and fall.
“Let me guess…” she finally whispered into the other end. “Taking down the X can put your company right back on top again?” She did keep some of her charisma, as she said it; no one should take that away from her - life was about enjoying.

The guy confirmed her suspicion and said: “We are not unfair here: It’s impossible to stop whatever is happening right now. No matter how fast you are, it would all be over before you got there. And we don’t expect you to slit the throat of whoever comes out on top in the battle. Just remember: When we need your great expertise again, miss X, then it would be in everyone’s best interest you provide it.”
Then there was nothing but a beeping sound, telling Kate the conversation was over.
I'll put my brain to work. Don't feel bad.
Nosuchthing said
Well do it fast, boboclown posted two days ago now, that's why I went, he seemed the only person trying to bring the rest of us together. Unknown's last post certainly didn't reach out to me or him, so we made our own approach, Jack's hardly one to over-plan, and being bulletproof has certain advantages when improvising. It doesn't mean that she's going to turn on Kate as soon as she turns up, she doesn't particularly care whether Caro lives and dies, as long as he doesn't sell her out, she'll probably happily work alongside someone who is opposing the heroes if she needs to. This could be the event that brings everyone together.


You are absolutely right, I didn't reach out. I apologize, I shouldn't have expressed it like that. And I did not intend to make it sound like the plan I had with AcerRo, and possibly NarcissisticPotato, meant no one else was allowed to beat us to it.
I probably shouldn't have chosen to sit and wait for the right people to finish before beginning. And of course everyone else shouldn't do that either. I can't ask that of people.

However I don't think I would change my character to randomly show up at places. Only when writers are out of ideas do they write such major coincidences. And there's no way someone can hear about it, go through half of the city and then show up before the fight is over. Not unless it's described that the battle has lasted for more than 15 minutes or something.
Besides, just jumping into a big fight and expect to come out alright is against the entire back-story and personality of my character.
Maybe waiting for people to finish again is the right thing, I don't know.
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