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& The Haaken Twins


Since Emily’s arrival interrupted their experiments the Twins had to find another way to occupy their time until the meeting. The pair simply milled about HQ, killing time either in their room or the meeting room, staying mostly out of the way of the few other arrivals they saw as time passed. As the meeting time got closer, about 20 minutes to 8, the two noticed that of the arrivals in the meeting room Emily was not one of them. The two of course knew she was already in the hideout, however she’d been upset and there may or may not have been a drink in her hand...or several. The two didn’t even say anything to each other as they decided to head back and check on her in the training room.

The room itself had a bit more insulation than most others in the hideout, more to keep stray magic from bleeding out into the rest of the place as someone trained but it also had the effect of blocking out most sound. From outside one wouldn’t know that a drunk pyromancer was having fits of grief and sorrow, however it was rather apparent once one stepped into the room. The entire space smelled like alcohol at this point and there were scorch marks all over the place. The twins noticed that they’d no longer need to worry about the evidence of their earlier activities, the body and table they hid it under now reduced to a pile of ash. Stepping further into the room they looked about for the grieving redhead, Kari softly calling out her name when she wasn’t immediately visible

“Emily?”

Emily was lost in her own world, and her own drunkenness. She hadn't changed between leaving her overnight lover and making it to the training room so she was still wearing her stilettos, sure, she could take them off but they made the women feel powerful… and her drunk stumbling to be more amusing. She hasn't even noticed who had come in and out over the past few hours, let alone the twins rearrival, until one said her name.

At this, Emily locked up from her spot in the corner where she was sat, legs spread, chugging the second bottle of whiskey, the other laid somewhere on the training ground. Emily had an oddly high alcohol tolerance, while most would be suffering alcohol poison she just be very drunk, perhaps it was as she was a pyromaniac, alcohol was just a fuel for her fire abilities. At her name she looked up.

“‘Ey, it's th’ weirdo guurrrrrrlls,” she slurred, standing up. She stumbled toward the girls, one in front of another in a line anything but straight. Though, somehow, she managed to not fall over until she got close to the twins. “‘Ow're ya faring, Grady's daughtaaaaaaas?”

The pair watched Emily stumble toward them with some amusement, smirks on their faces and they stepped forward to catch the drunken girl before she could hit the ground. One took each arm to support her, giggling all the while.

“Hah, why we’re faring well our dear flamefinger”

“We’d say better than you”

“But we’ve the feeling sober isn’t what you call better”

“Still you’re in quite a state”

“Did you even know about the meeting?”

“Leighton called for us all”

“We’re due in twenty minutes”

The twins tried their best to steady the girl between them as they spoke but it didn’t seem as though she’d get far without their support.

Emily's head flung side to side as the girls spoke, sometimes not flinging around fast enough to see the speaker. She couldn't help but giggle alongside the girls, swaying side to side. “Uh'm fine, Uh'm fine,” she protests swatting the girls from her, stumbling a few step forward. ”This is da beeeeeest o’ staaaaaates,” she sings possibly too close to their faces for comfort, switching between which she looked at. She giggled and stumbled back a few steps, taking a large gulp from her bottle of whiskey.

”Yeeeees I heard about the meeting but have yoooooooooou,” she swings from one girl's face to another in an arc, “Heard aboooooouuuuut our looooord and saviour Mr Biiiiigshoooooot Alllllll?”

The twins stayed behind her while she staggered away from them and were ready as she came back, catching her and she took another drink from her bottle. The twins were now more behind her as they held her up, their faces coming over her shoulders.

“Heard of him?”

Sigrun reached forward and took the almost empty bottle from Emily’s hand, turning around to look at the label for a second.

“Well of course we have”

“Oh, does she mean…?”

“She believes it?”

“Oh dear, the poor girl”

“We should get her out there”

“Yes, better if she sees”

Sigrun swigged what was left in the bottle before flinging it off into the room. The twins then ducked under each or Em’s arms, taking them over their shoulders as they half-carried half-dragged her toward the door.

“Let’s get you taken care of”

”Hey!” Emily yelped as one of the girls took her bottle. Was it Carrie or Siggy? Emily couldn't tell the difference when she was sober, well, the closest to sober she got. As Sigrun gulped the last bit she yelped “HEY!” in protest again, this time lunging for it, only to be grabbed and carted off by the twins, her head flailing from one to the other as they talked in unison. ”That was ma drunk! I buyed it m'self! Wif ma own monay!”
Kari & Sigrun


"(now raise your right hand)"

"mmmmmmmph! mm hmmmmm!"

"(I said raise your right hand!)"

"This isn't working Siggy" Kari was standing behind a man strapped into a chair of in the corner of the training room, his mouth gagged to silence any of his screams. In front of him was Her twin, Sigrun, attempting to give the man commands as they experiment with enthralling the sparks they so often manipulate, using a difference language so the man does not simply feign his obedience. So far they have seen failure.

"Right, saying it out loud probably doesn't even matter" Sigrun leaned against a nearby table and looked to her sister, ignoring the man as he continued to struggle and sob. The man did not even have a name to the two, he was simply a subject to them. Over the course of his ordeal he has died 6 times in the span of about 4 hours. It turns out so many deaths in such a short time can play havoc with not only one's mind but their spark as well, as to the twins eyes the man's spark is erratic and unstable and his sobs come between incoherent babbles.

"We may have worn this one too far to be-" Kari was cut off as they heard someone enter the hideout. The twins had thought they'd have more time alone before others returned. Acting quickly Kari threw her arm around the mans neck, twisting it till it snapped and giving the man his seventh, and final, death. She then turned the chair over and tumbled his body beneath the table where Sigrun then covered it with a cloth they'd kept nearby. they then attempted to act natural and hope to pass of the sounds as them sparring. Though it would turn it they wouldn't need too.

It was very distraught Emily that came storming in, not even noticing the twins as the redheaded captains started venting whatever it was that was upsetting her on the training dummies. The twins simply stood there side-by-side and stared for a moment before turning to each other and shrugging. Sigrun turned around first and noticed her phone had a notification, picking it up and reading the text.

"Seems there's to be a meeting tonight"

"oh? think things are finally kicking off?"

"maybe. What should we do about...?" She caste a cautious glance over her shoulders at Emily and gestured under the table

"uhm...get rid of it later I think? when we won't be seen. If they find it before then they'd probably blame it on the Masers girl. or we could act that we were playing with our healing"

"right. well should we leave her to it then?"

"yes, let's go" With that the two quietly left the training room to kill time until the meeting.

Well here's my go


I too like the look of this
I suppose so?
Roen was sitting against a wall of the tavern, leaning back and idly sipping on his drink after a surprisingly half-decent meal. He was watching the crowd, cybernetic eye quickly scanning over faces. The Neon Geisha was the kind of place a bounty might wander into on occasion though Roen wasn't expecting much, the glance couldn't hurt though and besides, there was other ways to occupy himself around here if nothing turned up.

The scuffle between a girl with a large nodachi and some ronin didn't go beneath his notice but neither did it hold his attention, such fight tend to happen in seedy joints like this. Instead his eye caught another patron, a woman across the room that seemed to be frustrated with the device in her hands. Despite the respirator covering part of her face his eye was able to recognize her and his HUD brought up information about her bounty. Tomoe Gozen, 'The Mad Dog of Taishi' he chuckled to himself at that, the samurai and their nicknames, continuing to read the info as he watched her he found that most things were standard nut the bounty was sizable, she must have pissed someone off.

Just as he was beginning to think of how he'd go about things she got up and started after that shifty Nobuzai. He'd noticed the odd figure awhile ago but brushed it off, since this was formerly Nobuzai space he assumed it was a spy or something along those lines. If the bounty was anything to go by this Tomoe was not fond of the Nobuzai so whatever business she had with the man wasn't going to be pleasant for him, and if she had the sense to drag him someplace secluded before engaging in it well...she'd put herself right in the perfect spot for him.

Either way he couldn't just let her get away so once she was almost outside he got up and made his way out, past the white-haired girl looting the thugs she took on, and into the street to keep after Tomoe.
Riley & Lothair


Riley was still turning a fine emerald in her hands with a grin and muttering to herself "heh, few bolts in the baddies and I can live like a queen...hmm?" She caught movement out of the corner of her eye, specifically the sleeper's movement. That suspicious character from before with a particular interest in the Aldonian sitting next to her.

With her reverie broken she also noticed as some of the others were getting up to go prepare for their journey. She would have been a bit hesitant to let Flint handle all of the gems laid out so far but knew better than to cause problems, especially this early, besides there would be plenty more where they came from if the lord was to be believed. Of course, this didn't stop her from pocketing the gem she held.

It actually worked out that she was left alone with Lothair, with the other two occupied they could handle the issue of this mysterious sleeper. She scooted a bit closer to the Aldonian "Hey, we're gonna be working to together, right? means we aught to be watching each other's backs" she kept her voice low, trying to be discrete "Been a shady sort with his eyes on you since we got here, while thems two's busy I figure we should find out what he's up to 'afore we got problems" finally turning her head to look in his direction she ended with "Whaddya say?"

Lothair was surprised by the teen suddenly getting close to him. But her words got him thinking and he calmed himself quickly. This girl, or so he assumed based on her voice, what was she doing here... doing mercenary work. He initially thought that maybe she was someone's escort or something. Regardless, she was clearly very perceptive. He had a feeling that someone was watching him in particular when he first arrived, but couldn't tell who exactly. Now he could deal with this issue directly. He reached for the pendant to keep it safe for now in one of his pouches. Then he reached over to the girl's far shoulder with an arm to pull her a bit closer so that he could play along "No need to be shy! A lot of girls long for me at the sight of my fair skin and hair!" he loudly boasted so that anyone listening in the pub could hear.

Now that they were uncomfortably close, he could tell that she... wasn't the most affluent person in the world. He kept himself well kempt and clean. In fact, he had lightly applied some scented oils to his neck so that the stench of the bad parts of the city wouldn't offend him. Regardless, this was a matter of life or death. He had to do what he had to do. Thus, he gently whispered into Riley's ear "I'll play along. Hope you have a plan to get him isolated... if not... perhaps... we could request a room? If someone is following me... I want some answers from them. Oh, and of course the room is my treat, Lady..." Lothair paused as he didn't know her name.

With a faint smirk Riley leaned into the man "Riley, name's Riley" Her head rested on his shoulder, the Aldonian had something pleasant smelling on his neck and she tilted her head up slightly to catch a whiff of it herself, inhaling slowly through her nose before whispering back "and while a room does sound nice, shady's already on his way out" She nodded in the direction of the door and smiled up at him to keep up the facade "We aught to be careful though, I don't like his look"

Lothair took a quick glance at the guy who was supposedly already leaving. He then loudly said "I've got a room at the House of the Silver Moon. We can talk all night long there. Or, if you like this place, then I'm sure we can find somewhere cozy here." with a beaming smile as he looked at Riley. He got up from his chair, offering a hand to help Riley up. They had to hurry and follow the guy as he was leaving the room. He whispered into her ear "If things get rough, stay behind me."

Riley nodded and giggled under her breath. Taking his hand she hung on his arm when she was up to keep them looking like a couple. She whispered to him again as they left"hehe, I hope you really do have a room there, I could do with a nice bed" She kept up the image, at least as long as they were in public view, and took the lead as they followed the man out, keeping her eyes on the strange man and subtly guiding Lothair along.
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