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Post by LycanHeart on Feb 21, 2013 13:59:20 GMT -10
Kyosuke shrugged as he put on his jacket and resumed his "crow's nest" position. When Jay refused his offer, another trigger flipped in his mind, as if there's something that's supposed to be there, but was stolen from him. The image of a figure, black as night, rejecting his offer of a coat, mouthing words he could not hear, a scene of pure white. Where did that happen? Who is that person? Why did he offer her a coat? What did she say?
As Kyosuke's mind filled with that of the unknown figure, his gaze turned to Irina. He cannot say that he hates her. No, not even dislike. Likewise, there's no particular like that he likes about her. Probably the usual distrust, or just that of dependence on her as a fellow refugee. But her looks as if she could break anytime touched a strand of sympathy in him. But it seemed out of his jurisdiction to give a judgement so soon. So he just stood and watched the gates, his brown/grey eyes as if casting a spell on the entrance.
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Trish looked up from her food long enough to acknowledge the earlier three she had been observing. She thought of saying something, but was not sure what to talk about. After the two sitting across her, Syd and Cam introduced themselves, Trish thought it would be courteous to reply.
"I'm Trish," the young teenager replied, her voice that of a soft but firm tone. Now that she can see them up close and personal, she noticed that Syd had a choker of sorts around her neck. "Pardon for asking---," Trish was about to inquire about the odd choker when she heard a clatter and crying. Turning around, she saw a very young girl crying on the ground, and a soiled, but very angry guard opposite her, about to crack out very soon.
Trish bit her lips. Things are gonna turn out very bad if she does not do anything soon. But what? She silently formed her fingers into blades and needles, but then decided against it. There has to be something she can use, something she can do. But she cannot do it alone.
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Post by elise13 on Feb 21, 2013 16:30:24 GMT -10
Luke shrugged in response to the matter of mind reading. It seemed the process was not as selective as Luke would have liked. He wondered if the boy was constantly fighting off a barrage of thoughts and emotions. He felt bad if that was the case. Poor kid must suffer terribly to try and keep his own sanity while blocking out the thoughts of others. Luke felt as if he ought to think quieter to spare the child. Although, he doubted one could think quietly at all, so found the effort futile. Luke trailed after them, not wanting to be left standing there with his slop growing cold. Well, at least it was identifiable slop. He stabilized his tray and hurried after them. When they reached the table, the girl gestured at him impatiently to sit next to her. Apparently, she did not trust him to seat himself. Yet, he did as he was told, sitting next to her. Luke picked up his fork and started eating, trying not to spend too much energy thinking about its taste or texture. He glanced over at Sydney, who was reintroducing herself and Cam, just to be clear on the name front. Then Cam caught both of their collective attention. Luke looked in the direction of the chaos to see a little girl looking up the nostrils of a frightening looking guard. Luke frowned, should they do something? He twisted further in his seat, the little child was sobbing. Luke looked to Syd and Cam, unsure of how they would react. Or maybe the guard would leave the kid alone. Well, he was not ready to jump up and start something until he was sure there was some travesty of justice coming. And even then, he was not sure what he was going to do about it.
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Post by Specter Seren on Feb 21, 2013 17:07:02 GMT -10
((Finally! All caught up~))
~Deimah~
"Is something the matter here?"
Smooth as the scales along a reptile's back, a young girl, full of quiet self-confidence, stepped in front of the rather angry-looking guard as he stood menacingly in front of a tiny, olive-skinned girl. The somewhat older child had a blank expression on her face, eyes cool and only slightly menacing. It had never really been a part of her agenda to play the hero, but, then again, agendas were things that were meant to be changed in the face of new circumstance.
And before this encounter, the day had proceeded rather normally. Like an alley cat, Deimah Balberith had prowled the halls of the cell-block, albeit under the close watch of her superiors through the plastic lenses of the many security cameras dotted around the facility. Actually, there had been quite a few errands today. It wasn't uncommon for them to give her a small task here or there when they were too lazy to carry it out themselves. “Go quiet so-in-so in the ‘Danger Kid’ block; “Accompany us to let out the kids.” It was a tactic her captors had picked up; using her “sweet girl” appearance to charm the kids - especially the younger ones - into submission. But Deimah enjoyed these few particular permits...an advantage that she alone was privy to...and a stop to the endless monotony other than her own schemes and thoughts.
Surprisingly, it hadn't taken much to get the Aristocrats to trust her. Well, in the beginning, she was a threat because she was different; an enigma. Even in the interviews, no one could penetrate her mysterious mind as she was perfectly poised, answering calmly in that hoarse, quiet voice. Although, she really had nothing of note to say. She was a big fan of the Aristocrats. A proponent of their grander ideals. How could it be her fault that she was born just a few years too early? As for powers...she needed none, and knew of nothing more than what she needed.
She had an agenda, and that was enough.
But the smaller kids were the ones whom she had always been most attuned to. Not because of any motherly instinct within herself, of course. No...rather, because the smaller a child, the more malleable and useful they became. To the Aristocrat regime, and to Deimah herself. And she was keen to target them for that particular reason.
Still...why did she come to this particular child's aid? Of course...there was a reason. There was always a reason.
The group that had most recently taken an interest in her...a tall, nondescript boy whom she had noticed but never really cared about. The same for the girl he had sat next to. But the pair with them...who, quite frankly, annoyed Deimah...they were the two that her superiors were the most interested in. Even on this day, she had been instructed to keep a careful, but low-profile, watch on them.
And she had heard something. Something quite interesting indeed.
Although Deimah's stance was completely non-threatening and her eyes focused but calm, there was a certain eeriness about her that the guard wouldn't dare mess with. Besides, it was someone whom she was familiar with. He was often in the tiny little office where she reported for duty - usually just before the time they were let out to exercise, she a few minutes earlier in order to be of some assistance. After all, Deimah was the eyes and ears of the Aristocrats. Every day her cell unlocked just a touch earlier; the clicking a summons to the dinky little room which she could only ever just barely peek inside. Then, the “requests” for the day. And she would dutifully carry them out, and be rewarded with a resounding “click” the next time. Of course, Deimah knew that, if she wasn't careful, the Aristocrats would crush her in an instant...but at least their relationship had progresses beyond the need for waiting around on pins and needles for one or the other to stab their “partner” in the bacl.
And besides, though her attitude was one of perfect composure...when one rubs a snake's scales in the opposite direction, they can become quite prickled indeed.
Thus the guard's bristling anger dissolved, directed momentarily at Deimah herself, but lost within the eternal coolness of her eyes.
"There, is that better now?"
The girl cooly picked up the child’s tray which she had dropped in her shock, handing it to her, and smiling before quickly walking away. Although the first to be let out, she would be the last to eat today. Being a do-gooder was always trying, like that.
But soon she would be back. After all...there was business to attend to. And Deimah’s continued relationship with her captors depended on that business being carried out.
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Post by Specter Seren on Feb 21, 2013 17:53:50 GMT -10
~Yenta~
“A…CHOO! Uh heh heh hmm.”
Yenta passed his hand over his mouth uncomfortably, trying his best to disguise his sneeze as a polite little cough. Sneezing…it had been getting worse, as of late.
“Damnit...” He muttered. The last thing on earth that he needed right now was a cold. Besides, sickness just wasn’t an option. Sickness was for the weak, the unable. No one showed sick people in movies unless for audience sympathy or dramatic effect. In other words…heroes didn’t get colds.
Following the obscure movement, Yenta went through his habitual actions: Adjusting his band-gear bag of “oh so many memories” to fit more comfortably over his shoulders, and brushing his just-long-enough-to-be-slightly-annoying bangs out of his eyes. He hated how they would get caught in his glasses and he would have to fuss with them to pull them off.
These necessaries being taken care of, Yenta slid his half-rims to fit further down on his nose, making sure that they would fill their purpose of only covering half of his eyes and thus forcing him to peer down at people when trying to talk to them. Of course, Yenta would have probably had to peer down in any case, being as tall as he was. But now it was time to survey his surroundings.
Putting his hand up to his mouth slyly as if speaking into an invisible walkie-talkie, Yenta narrowed his eyes and glanced around.
“It’s now approximately X:XX, pm” he had made sure to check his Star Wars Lego solar-powered wristwatch before the report to mentally record this point, “that’s XXhundred hours. I’m standing at the crossroads of what would be a busy street. But it’s dark outside. No one’s around and there’s a slight drizzle. Strike that. A literal downpour. Across from me lies the target. No one seems to be inside…No cars visible. Only the shopkeeper.”
Lowering his walkie-talkie hand, Yenta crept out from the shadows of the building where he had been hiding and sprinted across the road to a nearby telephone poll, resuming his half-crouched position.
“Said shopkeeper appears to be a young woman,” Lifting his hand back up to his mouth, “probably in her mid-twenties. Faded blonde hair…is that caked-on make up? Definitely not heroine material.”
He edged his way to the storefront, making sure to not be visible through the window at any time. Pressing his body flat against the wall he peered through the glass door, his eyes shrunk to the size of his silver rims.
“Okay…”
With a deep breath Yenta unfolded himself, puffed out his shoulders, straightened his wrinkly “Biggest Moments in Game History” custom-printed t and strode through the door.
Nodding curtly to the lady who just smiled emptily in reply, Yenta bent to his work, examining the different labels of the small community grocery store, every once in a while muttering, “I see…”
An outsider looking in, one completely removed from the situation, might wonder how Yenta, with all his quirks, had not been found out as a child yet. But to Yenta, he was just a few months under the “age limit.” He really didn’t care what he did as long as no one bothered him. And his had become a world of survival. Everyone was his enemy, thus making him alone.
Thus meaning he could act however the heck he wanted to.
“This will be all, for now.” Using a film-level tone of dramatic-ness, Yenta slid a few snack bags, bottles, and cans of food over the counter. The lady smiled at him emptily behind her lumpy mascara-ed eyelashes and Yenta handed her the cash.
[That only leaves me with nine hundred dollars left…] Yenta shrugged as he lifted the bag off of the counter, flipping a casual two fingered-wave towards the lady as he, with much bravado, exited the store. As soon as he was back outside, he was hunching again, sneaking the food and the remaining change back into his band sack.
[ Just have to make it last. Only a few more months…]
Because he was prone to doing so, Yenta let his mind wander about the Aristocrats as he sauntered like a hunch-back through the all-too quiet streets. When he turned 18, would they let him get a job? He would be an adult…but he had been a kid at the time of the gassing. So did that still make him a criminal? Was it the fact that he was a kid that was the problem now? Or that fact that he was a kid with superpowers?
“Oh well…life goes on.”
And that was when Yenta froze. In front of him there was a slight rattling, and he noticed a rather unusual movement a few yards away from his feet.
It was a manhole cover. And it was...rattling.
Yenta blinked, the only movement he allowed himself was to push the hair, again, out of his eyes. The cover continued its tingling for a few seconds more, then lay still. Slyly, Yenta darted a look back and forth, and, upon seeing no one, rigidly crept up to the mysterious metal disk.
“Hmmm…” He felt the need to make this sound aloud.
Yenta knelt by the manhole and, hands shoved in his pockets so as to appear cool enough to the wind and air, he slowly, but firmly, planted a red-sneakered toe onto one side of the disc’s surface.
The manhole easily came up, so easily, in fact, that even the ever-ready Yenta reacted in surprise, letting it quickly drop once more. As the rattling continued, the young man (for indeed, he was certainly no child), pondered his next move.
He had had an inkling as to where they had been hiding. After all, the net was his domain, and it was the net where people who knew things most often hung out. One anon, in particular, sometimes, he theoried, going by the name of WusGonna521, had been pretty adamant about minors in Yenta’s locale coming together at such a similar, sub-terra location.
Lifting his hand to his face once more, Yenta narrowed his eyes, glaring at the now still again manhole through his pimpin silvered rims.
“The time is now XX and XXX-hundred hours. A portal into the long-lost kingdom has just been discovered. There is no fairy, golem, or cute girl here to show me the way. It could be a trap. Or it could be a bunch of noobs. Should the lone ranger stop his wondering and attempt to make contact with species more similar to himself?”
Yenta paused, slowly letting his hand drop from his mouth, an uncharacteristically serious expression on his face.
“Yeah. Screw it. Let’s do this.”
With as much swag as possible, the older teen launched himself into the air, coming down hard upon the manhole cover. This time the lid was sent spiraling up, indeed almost giving Yenta a good, hard nick in the knees, if the would-be hero had not cleverly dodged out of its way in an attempt to kick it aside. Having missed this opportunity, the disc caught in his hand, and his foot hung stupidly in the air, Yenta - in an attempt to save face - instead allowed his motion to carry him through the opening underground, doing his best to seal the portal behind him.
Luckily, the lanky legs of the youth were able to catch onto a ladder rung before he took the long plummet of stupidity towards serious injury or, possibly, death. Gritting his teeth, Yenta reminded himself of a hero’s resolve, and carefully lowered his body and heavy band sack into the black depths of the underground.
Yenta himself still wasn’t quite sure why he had decided to bother investigating. Well, he knew a good deal of it was probably related to a sense of Hero’s Duty - and NO, that was no a reference to the abhorrent made-up game from that equally boorish Disney movie Wreck It Ralph. Even the mere memory of the flick brought the taste of bile to Yenta’s mouth. How dare they. Trying to poison good, honest gamers with their filth.
Disney aside, there was really no reason for Yenta to travel down the rabbit manhole other than sheer curiosity. But, again, he had never really been the nosy type. If something wasn’t his business, why bother complicating things to make it so?
But wasn’t adventure what every hero was waiting for?
The lanky youth gritted his teeth, readjusting his glasses to be further down on his nose. He had also heard rumors about children disappearing underneath the ground, but this was his first time experiencing it head-on. He hadn’t bothered grouping together. For him, this world was a cold and lonely place.
It had been for a while now. Much longer than just six months.
With these thoughts boiling around in his already cold-ridden head, Yenta planted his two Converse-clad feet onto the cold ground of the sub-terra Haven. Now. To find whoever it was who opened that cover in the first place...
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Post by Deleted on Feb 21, 2013 18:10:28 GMT -10
Kyosuke's approach initially unnerved Irina, but as she silently watched him offer his coat up to Jay, her thoughts smoothed and slowed. She gave him another small smile, one slightly more genuine. Jay spoke again, reiterating the words "it's fine." Irina nodded and let her go without a fight - she wasn't Jay's biggest fan, every moment they were apart was a moment Irina wasn't getting in trouble with her and practically fainting in her fear of the other girl. Since Kyosuke had impressed her with his kindness for the moment, she turned to him with a whisper. "That was very nice of you," she said. She reached out a hand as if to touch him, but as her fingers were about a centimeter away it lingered. "I'm sure she appreciated the gesture. But as a leader, she doesn't want to seem weak. Not that it's weak to accept gifts, she's just being cautious," Irina suggested. She didn't really believe it, but maybe he would.
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Post by LycanHeart on Feb 22, 2013 0:33:16 GMT -10
Kyosuke's eyes casted down onto the timid little girl that came approaching him, telling him he's kind in a soft, timid, almost hushed tone, as if not wanting Jay to overhear this conversation. Or maybe that she just has this tone of voice. Then she proceeded to tell him that their leader does not want to show weakness, something that Kyosuke already know. She looked as if she would really break down, but forcing herself in. He watched as she reached to touch him, but hesitated and held back. He was only slightly paying attention to her statement, as he was already aware of it, but he was more to focusing on her gestures, trying his best to understand the girl.
To him, Irina reminded him as a girl who is like a little sister, and would need protection by others. He remembered her mentioning about her Ukranian bloodline. So, pale Ukranian skin, small figure, timid personality, plus her slight psychological tendencies to suddenly leap into a dance in the middle of something, made her probably an ideal backup support instead of a front-line combatant. And also a source of entertainment, somewhat.
Jay, on the other hand, appeals to him as a tough heroine, someone who would command the battlefield and live to tell the tale. Or something along those lines. She likes to boss, and is very good at it, by the fact that after months of hiding with the crowd of children and teenagers of various age ranges, rarely do they have fights, and even if there are any, is quickly settled and seen through. Close calls were quickly dealt by her and himself, though sometimes they had to resort to, "leave no witnesses", as Jay termed it.
Kneeling down to her level, Kyosuke hesitated for a while before patting Irina's head, like petting a kitten or a puppy. Arranging his words properly, "at ease, child. I understand", he said to her. Pausing for a moment to think of what to say, he continued, "I understand her circumstance, and to have responsibility over us all, is crucial she does not show weakness. Not now. Help her, won't you?"
Kyosuke's eyes snapped out from their usual gaze to a sharp search when he heard the manhole pop. Intruder, and by the sound of it, something loud. No other sound, only some water. But does rainfall normally pop the manhole open? No. Someone forced it open.
Intruder alert.
"Tell Jay, left tunnel. Intrusion," Kyosuke told Irina swiftly as he started hustling towards the the location. Focusing for a short while, Kyosuke shimmered and he was no longer visible. One of his few abilities, his light-bending crystals allows him to either bend light and vanish, refract light to create a mirage double somewhere else, or a sharp flashbang, in which he currently chose to remain shrouded and invisible from sight, his, "Cloaking Shroud", as Jay and some of the kids like to call it. Hidden from view, Kyosuke quickly headed towards the source of the sound, taking care not to expose his trail by stepping on the side railings. Though the Cloaking Shroud may not be perfect, it's good enough to render him completely invisible in the scarce lighting in the subway, the darkness allowing him to hide himself extremely well.
Soon, he came to the source of the sound, and as he had guessed, saw someone there, a young man, probably in his late teens or early youth, standing underneath the manhole and in the middle of the sewage waters. Not exactly dirty, but not drinking material anyway. In the faint light of the subway, Kyosuke squinted his eyes to see if the youth brought any other people, though by the sounds in the subway, none other. Still, it pays to be cautious.
"Who goes there?" he called out, still rendering himself invisible. As the subway tunnel was not large to begin with, his voice echoed around him, distorting the original position of the speaker. Hopefully, Kyosuke thought, that would disorient the man.
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Trish's eyes narrowed as she looked at the tall, slender girl approach the guard, making him cower. She had never liked that girl. She usually sees that she's the first to leave, and when she was escorted to her cell, she still was there among the leftover children. Call it a sixth sense, but Trish had a hunch that girl is trouble and best not get involved.
"Seems like trouble is averted," she said curtly as she continued her lunch. Trouble as it may, that girl is best left alone. Unless the others intend to....
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Post by smartblondie on Feb 22, 2013 2:39:05 GMT -10
Cam watched the scene unfold with worried eyes, surprised when someone else stepped in and diffused...well, not really, but distracted the guard. Some girl..who? Who? He could hear little pinpricks of thoughts all unifying though. Older kids, really, but a few younger. "Liar." "Fake." "Rat." "Mole." "Lap dog, that girl-"
Cam frowned and remembered that there was a rumor about a girl who'd willingly come here. That she helped the Aristocrats HURT other kids. This was her? Yeah...
"Well, that was unexpected. Guess it turned out alright though-" Sydney had stood up and taken a couple steps toward the scene, but paused when the other girl had stepped in. No, she had to go! Something about the guard seemed creepy still, and the little girl, now holding her tray, looked even more spooked, as if her "Savior" wasn't too comforting. Cam could tell, she'd heard the rumors about that girl too. She was scared it was a set up. Another guard, and one of the serving ladies had come over, prodding their partner, and he looked back, as if trying to find where the older girl had gone. Had she put him in a trance? Or was he just stupid? Maybe she'd tricked him.. "Where is she?" he growled angrily at the little girl, as if someone as small as her had hurt or gotten rid of an older girl twice as tall as her. What an idiot. Still, the tension fluxed and doubled back, full force.
"Sydney.." Cam started again, but she took one look at his face and gave a brief nod. She marched through the crowds of kids, who all parted expectantly. Cam, though, turned back quickly to his two new companions. "Looks like trouble, still. I think that girl is scared stiff. And Sydney is probably gonna get into big trouble by doing anything." he said quickly, eyes flashing on the girl, Trish, now. "Let's go, then. You want to help, right?" he urged, clambering out of his chair and following his idol's footsteps quickly, leaving his tray-and vegetables-behind.
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This sucked. It was raining, she'd had a creepy dream, the food was crap, and now some kid was in trouble, and that other girl "helping"-what had she done, anyway? Just glared at him..-had put Sydney on edge. If she were an animal, her fur would be properly bristled. Ahem, anyway. The guard was now grilling the girl for a new reason, and two others had marched over to see what the ruckus was. "Hey, leave her alone." she said loudly, two red spots forming in her cheeks, the way they always did when she was angry. Everyone's heads swiveled together to look at her, but she only had eyes for the threats. Well, okay, she was scanning for that one girl...she wanted to ask her a few questions, especially after Cam had looked even /more/ worried when she'd stepped up.
"Little twerp better answer my question, already. Or lick this crap off my boots!" the first guard hissed angrily at her, taking a threatening step towards the girl, who was shaking like a leaf. Oh, please.
"I said back off!" Sydney said angrily, stepping deftly in front of the girl and shooting her arms out, shoving the guy back and making him fall on his rear. The kids all laughed, not even stopped by the glares coming from the authority figures who stood before her. Okay, she'd hoped that that weird girl from earlier had made this guy docile, but whatever sneaky trick or spell she'd used seemed to have worn off fast. Well, most people got angry when a teenage girl who was a foot shorter than you just knocked you down with one push. She allowed herself a tiny chuckle, admitting it was pretty dang funny. Still, this would get bad-fast. She may be super strong, but she already had some major voltage coming her way. Kicking or punching would make it worse. Maybe kicking all of their butts would be worth it. She was having a tense day...maybe she could deal with some shocks if it meant getting to pound these goons.
Oh yeah, so the guy was finally getting up, with help from his two buddies. He shoved them away angrily, face red and eyebrows smashed together. "Why you little-*#$%@^$@!" he swore loudly, scaring a bunch of kids, but Sydney just smirked at him, trying to bait him. "You know, you may be an adult, but you're hardly grown up. Why don't you eat your veggies with the rest of us immature kids!" she said coolly, snapping an arm out while he stepped toward her and tossing the contents (all that was left was the green pea/bean/whatever...) in his face. Felt like some sort of poetic justice...But she felt distracted, still. Where was that weird girl? She had to be near here, still. She'd looked mildly familiar, but not as much as most of the kids that surrounded her. Her eyes wandered the crowds as the big guy sputtered and swore angrily, ready for this to be done.
She flinched when she heard a voice. "Sydney!" Oh for Pete's sake, Cam! She whirled towards the sound of his voice on instinct, hoping that Luke or Trish or anyone chased after him before he ran right in the way- "Gah!" she yelped as a fist connected with her jaw, sending her stumbling back.
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Post by LycanHeart on Feb 22, 2013 3:03:07 GMT -10
(Time for Trish's debut then~~)
Swiveling on her spot, Trish's eyes darted between the little boy named Cam and the other named Sydney. Her mind already set on movement, she quickly moved towards the little boy, scooped him back from the nearest guard who swung his baton at him, the baton hitting the thin girl instead. Surprisingly, that did not hurt her at the very least, which she quickly attributed that incident to her liquid form. At least she now get the gist that physical attacks won't cause harm to her. But then there's the issue of the attacker to deal with.
Dipping her middle and index finger into her cup, she quickly pulled out a flash whip of water that struck the guard in the eye, and then launched another rapid two-draw at the other guard that struck at Sydney, sending him reeling, staggering as he yelled and pressed against his eye, holding in the tears from the icy water that was from Trish's own cup. She had not counted on her ability to draw and form water from other sources to be part of her ability, but it soothes her to know that she can at least do that.
Another two guard came to restrain her with cuffs, which she quickly evaded by spraying the cups of waters that was Cam's and Sydney's, and kicked them in the groins, sending them crouching in pain before she helped Sydney up. Deciding that it was probably a bad thing, that choker, Trish hoped to break the thing off, but was jolted by the minor currents. Electric?! That's her only elemental weakness. Great. Hiding that pain, Trish quickly formed a liquid finger and, keeping her finger well-hidden, got to work breaking the lock that was holding onto the choker. At least her time spent with kyosuke was not wasted. Lockpicking was an asset for her and him, and quickly unlocked the choker.
"There," she said to Sydney, her eyes darting around for the girl who had purportedly soothed--or was it intimidate?-- the guards. She has to be around here somewhere. "I've planned on escaping, but I do not intend to leave anyone behind,'' she whispered to Sydney as a few more guards came towards the two teenager girls. attempting to restrain them. "Either we find a way to leave now, or we'll be stuck in jail for a very, very long time," she added as she eyed the circling guards.
Her eyes darted to the water sprinkler at the ceiling of the school, hoping to break it. I mean, if it's destroyed, the water from the sprinklers would be her asset to use, a weapon of sorts as well as her escape mechanism.
But then, how would she get the others out?
Her mind only went to one person who might have the answer.
Kyosuke....
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Post by Specter Seren on Feb 22, 2013 10:29:03 GMT -10
((Now I gotta be difficult, hur~))
~Deimah~
Feeling that her work, for the moment, was as good as done, Deimah had slunk to the back of the food line where she had hoped to get at least something in her stomach before reporting to the Aristocrats what she had previously overheard.
As she approached the line, mostly little kids, by this time, who had been navigated away from the front by some of the more aggressive older ones, the other children seemed to part like an ebbing tide at her feet. While Deimah didn't make it a point to make herself feared, and, indeed, did feel the tiniest twinge of discomfort at being segregated in such a way, fear was also a powerful tool...and today, it meant getting food just a tad earlier than expected.
But before the first "ve" could leave her mouth, an erruption of disruption exploded behind her. A plate waiting to be filled with nebulous veggies was lowered as Deimah turned around, focusing her deep brown eyes on the scene before her. Automatically, her brain jumped to two conclusions.
First of all, these kids were even stupider than she could have thought. If they had just played their cards right and left well enough alone, then all would have continued smoothly, and the day would have begun its slow flow into the next. But they had had to start a ruckus, and a part of Deimah hated ruckuses. Such chaos laid itself directly in the path of her plan...well...plans could be changed. But the thing that annoyed her the most was that the group had decided to act before she had had a chance to tip the guards off about them. That meant that she had just lost the chance to gain trust and set herself up as an exemplary example.
At the same time, there was another thought running congruently through her. It was the flicker of joy at a challenge. If she had lost one opportunity, well then, it seemed to be time to make another.
With only the smallest of sighs, Deimah set her tray the rest of the way down on the counter, softly murmuring that she'd be back in just a moment. Meanwhile, she re-played every cop, military, and lawyer movie she had ever watched over and over again in her head.
Carefully, but with surprising fluidity, the young girl leapt to the top of a nearby table, giving her a clear view of the scene, not caring about whatever other clear view the shocked boys sitting below her may be privy to. She knew that what she was about to do was risky, but, if successful, it could mean everything in terms of expediting her goals.
"Hey, you there," her voice was low but demanding. The guard in question immediately turned back to look at Deimah - an odd sight standing above the crowd, "if you want to restrain them, you're going to have to turn up the heat."
From her viewpoint Deimah could already tell the powers of the three trouble-makers...at least to some extent. Super strength - that was an easy one. The ability to control water. That might be harder to take care of. And then...of course...the boy. The psychic boy, as she had earlier overheard.
"You heard me. Turn on the heater. All the way up. And you, disable the sprinklers and any other possible source of water flow in this room. You should go help him. Grather up cups, get them away from that brunette. As for the rest of you, focus on the blonde. We'll see just how many men it takes to over-power her."
At first, Deimah's commands were met with blank glances from the few Aristocrats spread about the room. But what the girl had to say obviously made sense, and no one wanted to be the guard responsible for allowing even one of the dangerous children to escape. Even such an infinitesimal crack in the clockwork could mean the inevitable unraveling of the Aristocrat regime...something which Deimah herself understood very well.
Soon the guards began organizing. One left the room to go fetch more support behind the men in charge of the water and heat, and Deimah pointed to another to go sound an alarm, for goodness's sake. The two girls were surrounded and the electricity in their collars turned all the way high. Even when she had been on the Student Discipline Committee in school...never had Deimah enjoyed so much control and...dare she say it? Power.
Yes. Power. Power much better than any of the faux-pa her peers had been "blessed" with...which somehow had seemed to skip her...or at least was something so obscure as to keep her entirely in the dark about its existence.
And all this she was able to do with even her unattractive, quiet voice, standing - but in an entirely calm, poised fashion, not a muscle in her body tensed except at the mouth, where a small smile was beginning to pull.
[If it's a game you want to play...try me. When it comes to games, Theos is Queen.]
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Post by elise13 on Feb 22, 2013 11:19:46 GMT -10
Luke was entirely grateful that the girl had appeared to save the day. He had been concerned Sydney would step in and get all of them in trouble. Not that he really cared what Sydney did, sure he cared a little, but not quite that much, but he did not want her getting everyone ragged into some sort of riot. But just as he had thought they were clear of trouble, Cam mumbled Sydney’s name and the girl was off like a shot. Of course, the poor little kid was now under a new kind of duress, but it seemed Sydney’s methods were not quite diplomatic. Yet Cam and she were running off to help the little girl. Well, that left the question. Get involved or stay out of it? He really did not want any attention drawn to himself. He did not need any more security than he already had- being locked up was enough of a deterrent to his escape, so he was not about to add extra security. No way. But he did not want to leave his newfound companions without aid either. Then, his way to help without helping came! Cam! Sydney wanted Cam out of the way and that he could easily help with. The boy was small and even Luke could wrangle children. Of course, by the time he had come to that conclusion, a baton was swinging towards the child. For heaven’s sake, these guards were attacking children! Maybe the ids had instigated it a tiny bit, but there was no need to try to hit Cam. That got his blood boiling. Cam was thankfully yanked out of the way by the girl they had sat with. Luke was personally a bit surprised that she had gotten involved. She was even more blasé than himself. And surprisingly , the whopping punch from the guard didn’t seem to hurt her. Even so, Luke grabbing hold of Cam as the girl turned her focus elsewhere. Luke asked, “You okay?” He kept a hand on the kid’s shoulder, hoping that would keep him from running off again. Then that frightening girl, who they had thought settled the fight with the little girl, jumped on a table, ignoring the lunches of those present. She was yelling instructions to the guards. And they were listening! Well, that seemed suspicious. Luke had been vaguely aware she was in with the guards, but not so much that they would obey her whims. That seemed pretty low, even for her. What kind of a kid was she? Not a trustworthy one, he thought. Still, it seemed things were about to get heated, quite literally. Luke kept a back, not sure if he wanted to get in yet. He was not sure what he could do to help, so watching and hoping for the best was the best.
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Post by smartblondie on Feb 22, 2013 11:42:54 GMT -10
Cam yelped in fear and surprise when the baton began swinging towards him. "Woah!" he cried as a hand swept him away to safety, and the quiet girl took the blow for him. "Thanks!" he cried gratefully, embarrassed for now being responsible for Sydney's and this girl's injuries. "Ah!" he jumped a foot and a half when a hand laid on his shoulder. Oh, just Luke. "I-I'm okay, but Sydney got hurt!" he shouted plaintifully, but he was smart enough to feel that he would be no help, and let Luke usher him somewhat out of the way. As he'd expected, Trish had jumped into the fray with Sydney, and they seemed to make a good team. Thank goodness for that, then. "Sorry." he mumbled to Luke, to himself, to the kids panicking around him.
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"Bwah!" Sydney huffed heavily, the air knocked out of her for a second as she hit the ground. Still, she scrambled around, looking for Cam. "Cam?!" she shouted hoarsely, distracted from the fight momentarily. There. With Luke, thank goodness. Then she noticed Trish's hand out to help her. "Thanks." she said as she grabbed it and pulled herself up. "Oh, don't!" she yelped in protest when Trish moved to help with the collar. Zap! "You okay?" she asked breathlessly, the shocks not quite up to their maximum pain. She could handle it, but she knew any more offensive mood would trigger some real trouble. It was at this time that the big guy came barreling towards her, so she nodding along to Trish's talking as she gave a swift roundhouse kick to his chest, sending him sprawling. Take that, you big...
A voice rang through the room, coated with smug annoyance. The hell? Sydney whirled around to glare fiercely at the girl from before. What did she think she was doing, that little...traitor. And the Aristocrat goons were listening. She wasn't worried about Cam thankfully, since she trusted Luke to be tough enough to protect him, and they weren't in danger's way. But it seemed like she and Trish were in deep. Trish had water powers (why hadn't she used them to sneak out..?) but if the sprinklers were off, if it got hot...
"Aww, c'mon!" she hissed lowly, annoyed that this girl had finally gotten the goons to use brains and realize that she was stronger than one man alone. And Trish was gonna be far less helpful when her offensive was shut down. It took no time for heat to hit Sydney, sweat beads breaking out. "Fine. You wanna play dirty? Let's go." she muttered, connecting fists to big, lazy, slow losers as fast as she could. They bellowed in pain, stumbling around, but more and more were around her, cutting her off from her new ally. Hell, from any ally, as all the kids were pressed as close to the walls as they could be. "Come /on/..." she muttered again, breathing heavily. She was getting twitchy, and not just in the paranoid way. In the electric shock way. Effin A. She huffed heavily, applying a sharp elbow to one man's neck, trying to break free of this hot, suffocating circle. A spot of freedom formed, and she could see one goon was closing in on Trish. Because of that stupid brat telling them to direct attention to Sydney, she'd had the chance to escape, hadn't she? Guess she was too noble for that, but Sydney hated having anyone else to worry about. This girl had protected Cam, and helped her. She wasn't going down. "Get out of my way, you meat sacks!" she barked angrily, tackling one to the ground, with enough momentum to send some sprawling. "Gah!" she yelped in pain as a boot connected with her side, and she skidded off of the guy, a few feet away. "Ah. Ah." she was panting, pain, heat, and anger all pouring in adrenaline. She couldn't win. No. She wouldn't give up. She knew the rules of street fighting, and they could apply here. She'd had a boyfriend a few years back who was from the wrong side of town, and he taught her how to be a badass. /Now apply that, dammit!/ she thought to herself, lunging towards the kicker. She chopped at his collar bone, but a hand from behind grabbed her arm and twisted it, hard. "Agh!" she groaned, stumbling and turning to face him with hate-filled eyes. "Leggo of me, you-" she yelled angrily, punching him squarely in the nose right as he delivered a firm backhand that made her teeth rattle. Blood was trickling from her mouth, having bit her tongue, and she felt like she'd been hit with a ton of bricks. Probably looked like some gore-fest by now. Still more guards approached, but now her collar was being so forceful that she fell to her knees, ready to become human popcorn. Her brain was being scrambled and she wanted to crawl up in a little ball and get away. And the circle of brutes closed around her.
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"Sydney!" Cam shouted, his voice cracking in the shriek. "Come on, we have to help her, she's hurt and that mean girl is helping the bad guys!" he yelled at Luke angrily, struggling to tug his arm loose, to run over. He could stop it, he knew he could. Sydney would be angry at him if he used any power in such a crowd, but if he tried it on everyone, it wouldn't matter, would it?
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Post by LycanHeart on Feb 22, 2013 12:07:12 GMT -10
Trish was about to quickly blast the sprinklers when she heard that traitor called out instructions to the guards. Turn up the heat? Disable sprinklers? Electrocute? Did she just called for her own execution? Before she could even yell curses at the girl, they were in deep shit.
"If you wanna play dirty, then so be it!" Trish announced and she turned herself into pure water form, the choker around her neck falling to the ground with a clatter as she absorbed the sweat from the guards, children and her companions and increased in size, if ever so slightly. Surging like a wave towards Sydney, she gushed through the guards, forcing any source of water in their bodies to give up their moisture, drying a few of them up. Then Sydney went sprawling across the ground, her face beaten and bruised.
Blood.
Traitors.
Justice.
Trish's sense of justice and judgement awakened, and she could not care shit anymore. You wanna play dirty? I'll let you know what's playing dirty. Surging into one of the guards, she dove deep into the human's bodily functions, drawing out water from the cells, blood and even urine, and blasting out from the poor, shriveled up guard, causing dried-up chunks of the guard to be scattered around. She went ahead and drew forth moisture from the other few guards until she doubled in size, reaching the height of her growth, almost reaching the ceiling and the windows outside. She transformed into a huge pillar of water, and forcefully banged and rammed at the windows outside until one fragile one shatters, causing the strong wind to blow in the rain from the outside.
Trish felt weakened. She has to at least get Sydney and Cam out. And possibly even Luke. But she's getting weakened. Can she turn them into liquid water as well? Judging by what she can do, she can take water from bodies, not change them. It would kill the three of them, she's sure of it.
What should she do?
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Post by Specter Seren on Feb 22, 2013 12:53:19 GMT -10
~Deimah~
Everything was going quite...swimmingly. No. That was a bad metaphor. Especially with what was to come.
Just as Deimah was about to tie the parcel on her brown-nosing deeds for the day, the brunette had to go and "power-up" on them. Well, now that Deimah herself was in offense mode, that should be no problem.
Then again, that “girl” had just brutally murdered a guard.
[Disgusting...]
With that action, the brunette water-wielder had severed any source of empathy Deimah might have actually felt for her. Not only was she, just like all of the other kids in the facility, an idiot for rebelling so violently against the Aristocrat regime...especially with the aged-ness in her looks pointing towards an 18-year-old get-home-free card in her not-too-distant future, but now she was little more than an animal. She had ignored her human instincts towards logic and instead abandoned herself towards such a crude, animalistic display.
It was repulsive.
Luckily Deimah, always the authority’s fan, had long been building up a resistance to such violent, gory acts, otherwise she might have thrown-up on the spot. Although not one to truly show anger, she was at the tip of her emotions, her extreme feelings of superiority over this feral girl causing contempt to pour from her body.
At the same time, Deimah was not about to let her emotions get the best of her. After all, what use was a tactician who could not operate under pressure?
Obviously, now with the window open, trying to cut the girl off of any water supply would be impossible.
Unless...
Just as calm as ever, Deimah hopped off of the table upon which she had been perched, cooly making her way towards the vile pillar wreathing above. Really, she was feeling a bit disappointed in the Aristocrats for not having taken better measures to make sure such incidents didn’t occur.
As she walked by, the complete opposite of the pillar of water, indeed, embodying more of water herself with her fluid movements, she looked towards the blonde girl...at least she seemed to be incapacitated. Of the psychic boy’s whereabouts Deimah was unsure, but she remembered the one who had been with them...someone who had seemed...weirdly familiar to her... The tall blonde boy.
[At least he had the sense to keep to himself...]
Finally Deimah was standing before the brunette’s transformed state. The thought that she could murder her in an instant, just as she had that guard, was only small in the young girl’s mind, so focused was she on her goal.
“She’s wearing out,” she finally said, turning to one of the remaining guards, who was looking stupefied at his former companion’s bits strewn across the once so mundane lunchroom floor, “I think we should pump her with as much water as we can, and see what happens.”
If the look on the guard had been incredulous before, there was no word to describe what was now transpiring across his face.
“Either that, or freeze her. But I doubt you have access to such a large temperature-controlled container here. Or...of course...you could just...let her go.”
Obviously, that last option just wasn’t going to cut it. Reinforcements had arrived, and while some of them had set about truly securing the girl with super-strength, the rest were now surrounding the crazed girl of water.
“But aren’t you curious? What will happen if you just keep blasting her? Maybe you’ll even create a God.”
Deimah smiled, as much a challenge as anything. One of the guards, seeming to have the same demonically-charged curiosity of Deimah herself, nodded and ran out, returning with a very large hose...probably used to water the middle courtyard...since that would be the only thing long enough to reach into the lunch area, Deimah quickly gathered.
As for whether or not he would use it...well...that would have to wait to be seen.
In the meantime, Deimah carefully walked away from the unpredictable figure, picking up a round, surprisingly heavy object that had previously clattered to the floor.
“Now would be a good time to start spraying,” she called as she straightened herself, object in hand. Next to her was a small device that the deceased guard had dropped. And Deimah was pretty sure she knew how to use it.
Whether or not her idea of over-powering the girl worked wasn’t really important to Deimah’s objectives. A part of her had really just been curious to see what happened...and she had a feeling that those higher-ups in the Aristocrat regime would be quite curious, too.
But there was always the possibility that such a risky plan would backfire. However, as long as one of the guards was foolish enough to risk it, Deimah was there with back-up.
While the girl was being distracted by the over-flow of water, Deimah would take the chance to play God herself with the elements.
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Post by LycanHeart on Feb 22, 2013 13:06:07 GMT -10
Trish, even in her aquatic form, had heard what that traitor of a girl said. She would gladly stay and play such powers with her, but she was now wearing out. Stamina was not her forte, and that display of power had just burned through every one of her plans to stay and force an exit. Luke would be too heavy for her to carry out, and neither Cam nor Sydney would agree to be separated without compromising herself.
There is no other choice.
Before the traitor and the guards could fire the hose at her, Trish gushed out from the window, but not before firing a condensed jet of water using all the water she had absorbed at the traitorous girl who had commanded the guards.
"Traitor," Trish left after saying that, turning into water and taking advantage of the sewage and rain water, slithering out from the window and flowing with the pipeline. Luckily for her, the rain was heavy, and water rushed out fast, taking her far deeper into the sewage and into the drainage.
She was free.
But at the cost of dumping her motive, her reason to stay in the cell for the first few months.
Her efforts were in vain.
Angry at herself, she reformed, tired and drained. Sitting in the dark recesses of the subway, Trish sifted her brown hair, thinking of what to do next.
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Post by Specter Seren on Feb 22, 2013 13:07:53 GMT -10
~Yenta~
Within two seconds of making the descent, Yenta already regretted it. But he wasn’t one to regret things...or at least allow himself to accept that he regretted something, so he ignored the impulse to shimmy back up the latter and remained planted firmly where he was.
In the sewer it was...filthy. Well, that should have been expected. But that wasn’t necessarily what had given the young man cold feet, even though it was chillier in the sub-terra realm. In fact, sewer levels had always been some of his favorites in video games, even the infamous Super Mario one.
Rather, it was the obnoxious children he was bound to encounter, the remembrance of whom quickly over-powered his hero’s spirit.
That is...until he heard one, or, at least, whom he assumed was one, calling out to him.
[Damn...didn’t even take them a minute to come squirming up to me.]
He knew he was pretty cool, but that cool? Well...he was a hero, after all. Come down to save the hapless denizens from their banishment to the deepest depths of this darkest dungeon.
So, he might as well play along with the cool thing.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” After years of dealing with anons on the Internet, Yenta just couldn’t resist. It was in his nature.
Taking the brief pause in-between question and...further question, Yenta made his habitual readjustments to himself. Nose sniffed, wiped with the back of his hand, hair brushed out of his eyes, sack moved so that it wasn’t literally eating into his shoulder, and, finally, glasses fixed at that precise point on his nose which he so fancied.
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