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Post by LycanHeart on Feb 22, 2013 13:18:43 GMT -10
A bravado? Kyosuke could hear a remark of sarcasm in his tone. A hero-wannabe? Or just someone who has a bad sense of toning. Either way, that young man just entered his domain, and he would not back down without any reciprocation.
His eyes fixed on the youth, Kyosuke rearranged his words, trying to talk to the man. "Man, get out. Mutant, speak," Kyosuke called to the enigma without hesitation, his raggled and deep voice echoing in the depths of the subway while maintaining stealth. If it was the usual man, Kyosuke had to see if the man would simply listen and return to the surface, and forget about the things that he had heard here. If the youth is a mutant, then......
Remaining in Cloaking Shroud, Kyosuke moved to another part of the subway, into the darker parts of it, ignoring the rats that scampered out of the way. Picking up a pebble, Kyosuke armed himself rather pathetically, not knowing what kind of powers the youth has, should he be a mutant like him.
Then again, it never pays to drop your guard....
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Post by elise13 on Feb 22, 2013 13:31:41 GMT -10
((Sorry it's so short))
Luke held on to Cam, “Wait.” If he had one forte, it was thinking ahead and waiting for just the right moment. Cam was a kid. He was too eager. Yet, Luke was a bit stronger than a nine-year-old, so they would wait. And it turned out, Luke was right. The entirety of the group was distracted by the girl who turned into a giant water monster. Very avatar-state He remembered enjoying that show. Jay and he used to run home to watch it after school when new episodes were still coming out. Man, what he would give to be able to run home and watch a cartoon. Or even just run home. Now was not the time for nostalgia though. Luke told Cam, “Now.” He released the boy, figuring the boy’s momentum would propel him to Sydney’s side. Luke also headed that way, hoping to be able to help her up with minimal trouble on their behalf. She seemed to be unconscious. Well, he was not sure what they could do about that. He glanced around for Cam, making sure he was not in trouble himself. Luke touched Sydney on the shoulder, hoping that would wake her up. There was nothing he could really do to get her out of trouble or right the wrongs at the moment, so for now, he would just have to do his best to wake her up. That way she could at least be able to put in a word for herself. On the bright side, the men that had previously been attacking her were distracted. And suddenly, the distraction was gone. They only had a little bit longer before the focus would go back to Sydney and he was not exactly eager to be caught in the crossfire. Well, he was already there, so he could always just play good Samaritan.
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Post by Specter Seren on Feb 22, 2013 13:58:55 GMT -10
~Yenta~
When the reply finally did come, it was equally as crytpic. Yenta was beginning to feel more and more than he actually had stepped into a videogame, but without the extra added feature that he couldn’t just save and turn it off when he was willing to be a bit more patient.
Plus, he was really missing the lack of a “zoom” feature on this screen...even though the questioning voice echoed all around him, he could make out no body to attach it to.
Well, as the glasses might suggest, sight had never exactly been Yenta’s strong point.
“What is this, some kind of riddle?” He murmured, more to himself than anything.
Man...well, he was a man. And he was being told to get out? Or was it a message from long ago...some remnant of the now-extinct people who used to inhabit the sub-terra realm.
But the next part...Mutant...speak...
Pulling out his handy-dandy invisible walkie-talkie, Yenta narrowed his eyes and crouched over his hand.
“The time is unknown, as there is no longer solar-energy to power my watch. I had been in this level for no more than a minute before I was approached by a local inhabitant...or something. Current motives unknown. They seem to be issuing some type of riddle...”
That settled, Yenta causally dropped his walkie-talkie, put his hands nonchalantly in his pockets, and began to stride away from the mysterious voice.
In other words...he was adopting the tactic he used every time he encountered an unsolvable riddle in a video game: Assume it was the creators trying to get fancy, ignore it, and get on with the game play.
If the riddle did prove to be important later on, then it would surely come up again. No use cracking brains on it. He had a lost civilization to save.
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Post by smartblondie on Feb 22, 2013 13:59:20 GMT -10
Cam looked frantically at Luke's face for a second before realizing he was being sent on. Right! Careful, he told himself...be careful. No need to get into more trouble. Still, when he reached the edge of the crowd, he slowed to a stop, eyes wide. Woooah. "Oh my gosh.." he whispered, an amazed look on his face. "Do you see tha-" he started to ask Luke, who'd caught up. His face said that he had. Trish was some crazy powered up water...creature. It was pretty cool, as long as he didn't look at the dead guy. Gross. Dang, what was he doing? "Sydney! Sydney!" he yelped, running unnoticed by the distracted guards to her side. She lay on the ground, hands curled around her collar thingy, which seemed to have stopped shocking her once she lost consciousness. Fortunately, the guards all counted her out for now, and no one looked over, at least, not yet. It seemed that a few were making their way towards her, to properly lock her down, but they'd all been slowed by the strangeness of what Trish had done. What a cool power. Cam shook Sydney urgently, a bit more forceful than Luke seemed to be. "Wake up! C'mon, sleepyhead!" he muttered in her ear, knowing not to yell out loud. Oh, she was stirring. Thank goodness!
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"Guh...ugh..." Sydney groaned in a low voice, blinking up to see Cam and Luke over her. Gah, they were pushing it a little close, eh? She sat up quickly, turning away from them and spitting out a wad of blood and saliva. Lovely. She felt like she was going to heave, but she turned back with a face of composure. "Oi, wipe those faces off, I'm fine." she said in a gruff voice, coughing to clear her throat up. "What the..?" she muttered as she took in the surroundings, feeling two red spots growing on her cheeks in humiliation. Beaten by a man. What an insult to her pride. But look there, what was that girl doing? It was impressive, sure. Oh, and there she went, before Sydney could yell at her to do exactly that. Smart girl. Hopefully she'd bring help. Judging from the murderous looks the guards had when they turned back to face her, she figured it would be needed. She stood up in record speed, faster than she should've, and wobbled a bit, but didn't grab anyone's hands, just balanced herself. "Oh, come /ooonnn/." she grumbled angrily, wiping sweat and blood away from her face. Her bottom lip was split in a truly attractive way, she was sure, and she was way, way over this. "Can't a girl catch a break?" she huffed, coming back for her second wind. "Sorry. Guess I should've mentioned that I have some trouble with authority." she said to Luke, fingering the now-tame collar. Guess it'd shut off when she was out. "Where is that traitor girl, huh?" she asked, turning to look. There. The glare Sydney shot at her could freeze a volcano, and her lip curled up in disgust. "What a spineless brat." she muttered darkly to herself, scanning for some way to stop this escalating problem. Attacking was bad. Escaping was impossible. And she doubted that these guys would accept her sincere apology. "Any brilliant plans? Because the best I got is kick ass. Ahem. I mean myself, you shouldn't get involved, you could still get off easy. You haven't done anything." she said, looking up at Luke, unable to keep herself from drawing up to her tallest in response to his towering over her. Maybe she'd have a growth spurt soon...oh, what was she thinking?! Jealous of some guy for being tall when she was about to get thrashed for having a brain and a heart? Ahem. "Cam.."
"I know, Sydney. I'll get out of the way, but I can try and help. If I go a little bit further away, no one will see me, and no one will know I'm doing anything." he said confidently, stunning her. It was a pretty sharp plan. Refreshing, compared to her hotblooded "rush into battle and expect to get hurt, as long as they hurt too" plans. She gave him a brief nod, pride swelling in her chest. He was a great kid.
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Cam hurried backwards, out of the sight of the guards who were approaching Sydney and Luke from the other side. Okay, he had to stop them. Maybe confuse them all. Maybe just wash the whole crowd with calm feelings. That'd be good, probably. And it wouldn't be such a nightmare if Sydney and Luke were hit with something that wasn't bad, huh? He had to focus hard, though. His powers were exhausting, but he wasn't going to let his friends down. Okay, focus...
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Post by LycanHeart on Feb 22, 2013 14:10:12 GMT -10
Kyosuke's eyes narrowed as the figure ignored his statement and questioning and just strode off, but at least he was not heading to the sanctuary. But Kyosuke could not simply ignore someone he thought is a direct threat, and not someone who simply just ejtered the sanctuary. Perhaps the manhole was loosened. If that's the case, Kyosuke would have to see to the man's objective.
After carving an arrow pointing to the direction where Kyosuke had gone to on the wall to notify Jay or whoever that came after them, Kyosuke silently followed, stalked, traced the young man's trails. Using the light-refracting crystals, Kyosuke could gather what little light to form a black-and-white vision, if not obscured by the various crystals bouncing the lights that he decided to just use his normal sight. At least it served him better.
As he progressed further, Kyosuke's understanding of the sewer tunnels slowly drew a map and pointing towards where they were heading to. Judging by the distant rushing of waters and the gust of cold winds blowing at the two of them, they were heading towards the center pit where the sewage waters join to form a swirling pool of grime and sewage.
Wait.
The youth couldn't possibly have not noticed that the waters have began surging faster. With all the slime and grime, even sneakers would have trouble gripping onto the ground.
"Turn back!" Kyosuke shouted, "before you face your peril!"
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Post by elise13 on Feb 22, 2013 15:35:06 GMT -10
Luke found it rather inconvenient how quickly attention was back with Sydney. At least she was awake. Sure, she sounded like she had spent a night at a particularly violent rock concert, but she was conscious. That was a definite plus for their…team? Luke could only call it a team. Three people generally supporting each other. Sounded team-ish. He didn’t count water-monster girl because while she didn’t seem like bad person, she had just endangered everyone by turning into a scary water monster. Although, he was feeling a bit judgmental because it was really, really hot in there now. Then she jumped up, with no warning. He barely had enough time to jump back and get out of the way. Well, on the bright side, he did not have to crouch down on the ground. On the dark side, her getting up certainly drew more attention to them. Luke mumbled, “May have been useful to know. But we had a three-minute conversation.” They were lucky to have exchanged names and Cam’s ability before this whole incident started. Luke added quietly, “I wouldn’t say spineless. She’s bossing them around quiet well. Scummy maybe, not spineless.” They didn’t have time for this! He reminded himself, he was about to get involved. And he had to either get out or get ready. Luke replied, “Um…” Brilliant plans? Not really. She had dug her grave pretty deep and now he was standing there with no useful ability as guards started approaching. Of all the places not to be, this was one of them. Luke shook his head, “I’ve got nothing. You’re not getting out of it unless you can punch through the wall. And I’d love to watch Cam for you, but….well, it’s a bit late for that.” He gestured at the men inching ever closer and shrugged. He would do his best to get out of her way as soon as the chance arose because there was really nothing he could do to help. Maybe make an ear-piercing noise, but that would make everyone suffer and the guards would probably recover quickly. Luke glanced at Sydney, “I’ll do my best.”
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Post by smartblondie on Feb 22, 2013 17:25:01 GMT -10
Sydney looked at Luke for second, hard, looking thoughtful. She finally gave a throaty sarcastic chuckle, nodding. "Right. Remind me to tell people the trouble part before my name then, next time." she said seriously, a frustrated sort of smirk twitching on her lips. Funny, how life threatening danger could bring people together. Or make even the randomest things seem funny. Maybe she was just getting loopy. Her surfer girl tan was lacking luster, having been left a bit pale at her beating a few moments before. Listening to Luke's description of the girl, she snorted, watching the guards amble slowly towards them. Seemed they were more than a little water-logged, and knew that the two teens had no chance of escape, really. "If there was ever a good time for a vocabulary lesson..." she trailed off, looking at the wall nearest her thoughtfully as he gave his suggestion. "Punch through a wall?" she echoed, shaking her head. "Sadly, not the best option on our plates. I can in fact do something like that...though I'd likely break a few knuckles when the wall falls around my fist, but the real problem is this bad boy." she said, flicking the collar angrily. "If I go out of place, it'll make me human popcorn. Or so they said, in less creative terms. I /could/ try and break it, but that sends an emergency signal and sends the building into lockdown. If I could disable the electricity that fuels it, we'd be golden...but no can do." she explained quickly, running a hand through her long hair in that nervous way that Cam always mentioned. Curiosity colored Sydney's face as Luke seemed to resolve himself, though not in total confidence, it seemed. Guess he had too much pride to slink away. Or, you know, didn't think he'd make it if he tried to edge around the goons at this point. Regardless, she wondered what his ability could be. If it was something amazing and helpful, then she'd love to see it, but she figured that by this point, he'd have busted something miraculous like that out a long time ago.
"That's all I can ask of you, then." she finally agreed, squaring her jaw as the guys finally reached them, grabbing at their arms as if stopping them would be that easy. She may have been a bit woozy, but she was still a primo fighter, like a bat out of hell. She kicked one guy squarely in the chest, sending him whooshing back in a huff, and knocking down two others behind him. Nice! She punch the next one, right square in the nose, and she could feel it break. A second later, blood gushed down, staining his too-cute uniform. What a pity. "Look out-oof!" she called to Luke as two guys came for him, losing her breath when she got a warm and fuzzy punch in the gut. Bunch of big bullies, they were. She grabbed the next arm she saw, forcing it forward so quickly and flipping the attacker to his back. Ha. Luke wasn't doing so horribly, likely because what he lacked in super-strength he made up for in the fact that some of these losers were quite out of shape, and even a regular punch could knock some teeth out. Still, looked like the odds were turning against them, as Sydney's butt met the floor more and more and she could see out of red-hazed eyes as some butthead landed a punch right in Luke's jaw. Ouch. That had to hurt. This was going to end with someone dead...whoa. Sydney flinched at her dark thought, shaking her head. No, this would die off...
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Cam could hear noises that made him scared and worried and angry, but he didn't move from his secret little spot, didn't open his eyes more than little slits as he watched, eying the guards. There were a ton of them, but they weren't too spread out, so Cam decided that calming things down would be easiest. He'd help the panicked kids chill out, stop the guards from breaking major things that were important to Sydney or Luke, and make this a matter that could be solved with a warning. A tough challenge, but easier than trying to wipe something from someone's mind completely. Okay. Caaaaalm. Caaallllmmm. And avoid the two fighting for justice as much as possible, he figured. Better to make sure they kept their wits about them at all times. Calm.
/Calm down, now./ his thoughts echoed in his own mind, and he forced his own newfound calmness out, towards the bad guys. It made no sense to try and explain, but suffice to say, the guards paused, confused. And then, slooooowly, agonizingly slowly, they stopped being quite so hostile. Backed off a bit. Still looked angry, but not for some epic Battle Royale. Just ticked off, like some kids had been cheeky. There. Now, to hope it would end this thing...
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The guy holding Sydney by her shirt blinked, and then glared at her. And then the strangest conversation happened right then. "If you act so inappropriately again, little girl, you'll regret it. I'm going to be reporting these foul ups, and you'll have a nice little chat with one of the big gun's reeeeal soon. Capiche? But I don't have time for this, if we don't let the important people know that the water girl escaped, it'll be our necks. So consider yourself lucky." he growled, seemingly no longer bloodthirsty with anger. Wha?
Cam. Fighting the grin from spreading across her cheeks, Sydney managed a convincing nod, eyes wide, and the guy released her, letting her stumble back, drawing near to her new comrade in case the tides turned again. "Just go with it." she hissed, realizing that Cam had left them out of his calm aura thingy. So to someone who didn't quite get it...could be fishy. Eh. Problems for other days, as she figured Luke was bright enough to not shout out his confusion to the world. "Sorry, sir." she finally forced out, her voice made just polite enough to make the guard turn and lead his troupe of goons out. A collective gasp seemed to be released in the room, and Sydney stood silent for a moment. "That went well." she finally muttered sarcastically, poking her sore bottom lip testingly, and frowning. "You okay?"
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Post by elise13 on Feb 22, 2013 18:12:29 GMT -10
Luke half-smiled, “Maybe you should lead with ‘I’m trouble’.” He was fairly certain that was a moot point by now, but he felt he should at least respond to their little bit of…dare he call it banter? It really was a shame she could not conveniently punch through a wall. Of course, it was a bit of a blessing because there would certainly be trouble for everyone if she tried to escape as well. Not to mention she would be shocked into a little fried version of herself. That would be unpleasant, for her and anyone standing too close. But mostly for her. Luke nodded a bit in response to the rest of her speech, but he wasn’t quite listening. He suddenly started a little bit of a panic attack about being in a fight. He had never so much as thrown a punch in his entire life. And now there were huge, hulking men approaching looking angry. That was horrifying. Well, it was too late to back out. He had already said he was going to help. He had to stay. Not to mention he could not get out now, there was a solid circle of them now. Some reserved part of his brain asked where all of them had come from. Surely, there had not been that many of them before- had there? But it was going to be fine. It’s not like he was going to die. Or could he. Luke immediately shot that thought down. He could not die just by being punched. Unless he got hit right in the nose at the right angle and they sent part of his nose into his brain. But outside that, he was sure he’d be just fine. At least his first fight was for a good cause. Well, at least something with good intentions. And Sydney would undoubtedly do most of the work. She was a million times stronger than him, he was really just there for decoration. And then it began. Sydney lunged like a hungry tiger and he could practically hear the contact. Except, in the process of watching what she was doing, he neglected to pay attention to what he was doing. After all, he was in a fight, he ought to pay attention and get some adrenaline going or something. Then Sydney yelled at him to look out. Luke spun to face them just in time to duck under a punch. That was fantastic! Then in the process of praising himself, he took a punch in the ribs. That sucked. Luke took a breath, he would have to focus a little bit more. Luke decided his best bet was to just dodge as much as he could. He successfully got out of the way of a few punches. He even kicked one guy and punched the other. Though the punch hurt his hand pretty badly. Luke waved his hand, he was the most pathetic fighter in the entire world. Even Cam could have done better than him. Then Luke was knocked a few steps backwards by a punch in the jaw. That one hurt. More than the rib shot. He made an incomprehensible noise. Luke would have liked to take a break then, but the guards did not seem interested. What they lacked in looks, they made up for in brute strength and endurance. Where did brutes like this even come from? Luke flinched as another arm was swinging towards him, but the fist suddenly stopped. The guard looked confused, but he lowered his arm. Luke stared, what? They were just giving up? Well, that suited him just fine, but there must have been a source. Gee, he chided himself, maybe the mind reading nine-year-old you befriended. Duh. Luke kept his mouth obediently shut as Sydney advised him. When the men left, Luke took a breath with the rest of the room. They were alive. He felt a slight urge to skip around, but decided that that would certainly not be a manly thing to do. Luke rolled his eyes, “Better than you.” He reached a hand gingerly to his cheek. That was a bit tender. Other than that, his ribs were a bit sore. He had missed most of the punches, so that was good. Luke queried, “Will you be all right, you look a bit, um, beat up?”
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Post by smartblondie on Feb 22, 2013 18:31:53 GMT -10
Sydney kept her lips tight and eyes wide as the guards slunk out, given plenty of room by the smaller crowd of kids that hadn't fled the big room. Finally, they were gone. Looking back over at Luke when he spoke up again, she gave him a concerned once-over, followed by cataloguing her own injuries. He seemed to be...in decent shape, all things considered. Okay, he probably would be hurting for awhile, and that hit to jaw was gonna leave a nice bruise, but he wasn't coughing blood or writhing on the floor or dead, so she decided it wasn't such a nightmare. Her lips twitched up in a smirk, raising a brow at his response. Guess she looked rough. With the tension somewhat diffused, kids were moving about again, and someone tossed a cloth napkin their way. She caught it deftly, getting rid of most of the blood that had splattered her face. Her lip had scabbed over some, so aside from being swollen, it wasn't so bad. No black eyes, it seemed. Bruises though. Lots. She could feel them resound in her muscles now. Still, it wasn't so horrible. Her breathing was a teensy bit labored, courtesy of a well-aimed kick to her ribs that might've bruised a few. But she waved off his concern. "Sure, I'm fine. Just some scratches, no biggie." she said smoothly, knowing that any more would have meant trouble, but it was over now.
"Cam!" she called, turning to where the boy was reappearing from. He looked no worse for wear, except he stumbled as if he'd been up for hours. Sleepy. His power was draining. "You're excellent, you know that?" she praised, bringing a golden smile to his face. He drew near them, eying their injured selves.
"Are you guys gonna be okay?" he asked worriedly, rocking on his heels nervously. "Sorry, I was so slow!"
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Post by Specter Seren on Feb 22, 2013 19:43:59 GMT -10
~Deimah~
The bare twitch of her fingers around the lifeless electric collar were all that existed to notify the world at large of the emotions surging within Deimah Balberith. But inside that enigma of her mind, the girl was wreathing.
[How...dare she...]
But a few blinks dissipated the anger within her. Besides, Deimah kept telling herself, the day had been, while certainly not devoid of excitement, little more than an experiment. And a successful one, if she did say so herself. After all, say what anyone might, it was certainly no fault of hers that the brunette had managed to escape. If only the guards had been quicker...more eager to follow her orders...less afraid.
However, things being what they were, Deimah was certain that the day had ended in her favor. She had been controlling the Aristocrats, as much as they professed they were the ones to hold power over /her/, as if they were but pawns in a game of chess.
At this thought, the girl couldn’t suppress a smile. While the fact that the repulsive monster-girl had somehow managed to slip away was discouraging, Deimah was actually rather relieved to have her - perhaps forever - out of her hair. And to say that she had escaped the facility was not necessarily to say that she was free. There were Aristocrats prowling every neighborhood in every town, and in the brilliant brain-washing scheme the regime had laid out, no adult would risk their life to harbor a child...especially not one as crazy as that girl had obviously been.
So quick to kill...
Deimah wondered if she hadn’t been in some sort of juvenile delinquent facility before the gas attacked had occurred. Sociopaths were better kept off the streets, after all.
Well, now for the clean-up. In order for this day to be called a true success, this step had to be executed with an equal amount of precision and skill.
With a sigh Deimah let the collar drop, not wanting to later be accused of trying to revolt herself, into the hands of a nearby guard.
“That...might have gone better. But it also could have gone worse. Look, her three friends were unable to accompany her on her escape.”
Deimah pointed to the pair of very disheveled looking kids...or, at least, one bloodied valley girl...her little pipsqueak psychic friend must be crawling around somewhere...and...
[That boy...]
Again, a weird flash shot through Deimah’s mind. A feeling that crept up somewhere deep inside her whenever she saw that pale blonde’s face but, for all her intelligence, she had no name for.
[Well, he's obviously the smart one of the group.]
This was going to be tricky. On one hand, Deimah didn’t care if the lot of them were thrown somewhere deep, dark, and far away. She would reveal to the guards what she had overheard about the young one’s powers, and it would only solidify her work for the day. Then they would be put somewhere even more secure than the “Danger Zone” and perhaps never see the light of day.
But something was stopping her.
Instead of “advising” the guards to hurry the heck up and secure the three before they got any more ideas, Deimah could only stare blankly. The two blondes were...whispering...to each other.
Again, the young woman experienced a flash of emotion, and behind the closed thin-ness of her lips, her teeth clenched.
“You should...get that girl.”
The order wasn’t even needed, as the guards, already frustrated enough that the one who had killed their friend had gotten away, had surrounded the three. But Deimah’s instigation plus the stupid blonde girl’s fury were enough to start the fighting all over again.
But what was /wrong/ with her? Deimah could only step back, allowing her pleated skirt to crinkle around her thighs, her delicate hand held up to her face, almost as if in horror.
Those words...they were not her words. They were not the words her brain had carefully calculated for the situation. No...instead...instead they were the product of that weird...emotion.
The girl shook her head, and then retreated to the back of the room, as far away from the action as possible. Kids huddled around these back edges were even more eager to get away from her than the fighting itself. So much for keeping a low profile. But Deimah didn’t care; she would re-calculate her plans based on that later. For now she had a much bigger problem to contend with.
For, in this situation, it didn’t matter as much. But what if it happened again? Just a quick jolt of indescribable emotion...and she had lost all control...the control which she had struggled for all her life to develop.
[It must have been that beast...dirtying everything up like she did. That blonde one is no better. Both of them...stupid. Beasts.]
But as she stood, folded against the wall of the lunch room, a strange sort of wave started to pass over the fight. Deimah looked up, letting her pale auburn hair swish annoyingly into her face.
What was going on now?
The fighting, which had been so violent before, was now eerily still. A little disturbed, Deimah slowly tossed her head back and forth, effectively removing the hair from her eyes. Everywhere children and guards alike seemed to be in a trance. One guard - the one who started this mess in the first place by not just walking away when Deimah had given him her special warning - who had been holding the blondie by the neck of her shirt, slowly let her go. All of them...walking away - grumbling - but walking away.
“What...are you doing?” She asked, trying to sound as demure as possible, now that the power struggle seemed to have calmed down. The guard looked at her, a bit confused, and replied, “It was just a bit of ruckus. We’ve settled it now. Thanks for your help. Come see me in the office before you return to your cell. For now, we’ve got to figure out how to get that water-girl back.”
Deimah smiled softly, bowing her head in the image of perfect submission. However, she never really was able to shake that confident air.
“Yes, of course. I’ll let you get to it.”
But still, there was one thing that remained painfully unclear. Every person in that room seemed to have taken a nice chill pill overdose...except for her...who was the jumpiest she had ever been.
Why?
Trying not to show her discomfort, Deimah locked her eyes upon the sorry, ragtag group who had started it all. Of course. The boy. The little short boy with psychic powers...he seemed a bit worn-out, and the other two seemed to be fretting over him.
[So he can also transfer thoughts into others’ heads...]
Interesting, but then, why had she alone been spared?
[There’s no way that they would be interested in...a truce...]
Curious, Deimah could not help allowing herself to wander closer and closer to the three. Had they always seemed that close? What, were they best friends in a past life?
She felt like a begging dog, staring at them for so long, but at the same time she wasn’t about to weakly turn away. Instead, she pierced them with her softly menacing eyes, as if she, too, had mind-reading powers and could stare into their thoughts.
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Post by Specter Seren on Feb 22, 2013 20:02:34 GMT -10
~Yenta~
Whistling the theme to the James Bond movies to himself, Yenta continued to stroll along the sewers. He may have looked unaware to the untrained eye, but one of Yenta’s specialities that he had picked up after years of online gaming was multi-tasking.
In-particular, listening intently to see if his mom was walking up the steps to his room to check if he really had logged off and gone to bed with simultaneously organizing a party to take out the dungeon boss.
This, really, was no different.
And he had barely gotten to the third “Bah dah dah dah dah” before the sprite-like voice returned.
“Turn back! Before you face your peril!”
Yenta instantly froze, his profile still slouched over, hands in pockets.
“Say...what now?”
Again, he was talking more to himself than anyone.
With just the slightest turn of his head, Yenta survey the area best he could with barely any light. Well. That certainly was a problem. Someone as blind as Yenta could use all the light he could get.
“Hmm...”
The youth dug his right hand deeper into his pocket, trying to find the hole that lead to his shorts’ secret compartment.
“Ah-hah!”
Triumphantly he pulled out his iPod, quickly flicking to the “flashlight” app. It was probably the brightest electronic he had, and it was conveniently so near his hand. But when one had released the iPod, one had to be careful not to let someone else...someone tricksy...snatch it away.
But shining the light around him did little more than let Yenta know that the mysterious voice probably knew what it was talking about. The water near his feet was beginning to bubble, as if in a current, and there was something which looked nicely enough like moss, but which was probably just gross sewer slime accumulating on the ground beside him.
“I see...you’re the fairy guide sent to show me the way to the underground kingdom, as, of course, I have been judged true enough of heart to handle whatever trials await me there. I am honored, sprite. Lead me away!”
Now this was more like it. “Down the Drain” levels were infinitely easier when there was a guide.
“If only it had some light...” Yenta mumbled, as he turned around and began walking in the opposite direction, awaiting further news from his fairy guide.
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Post by LycanHeart on Feb 22, 2013 20:43:09 GMT -10
Kyosuke heaved a sigh of relief, but almost doubled over in laughter at the ridiculous reply from the youth. Fairy guide? Underground kingdom? Judged true of heart to handle whatever trials awaiting him? Don't joke around, as Kyosuke has no intention of letting an unknown person reach their sanctuary so easily.
"Hold," Kyosuke said to the youth, but then thought he should make an entrance, if ever so small. Refracting the light crystals, he projected a copy in the middle of the sewage, a visage of a white hooded man, his form sifting in the unstable light. The real Kyosuke, as of usual, is cloaked in the shroud, only projecting a mirage self.
"State your purpose," the mirage Kyosuke said to the youth curtly, not used to long conversations. "Are you man, or mutant?" he asked again, his tone now carried a warning tone.
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Post by Specter Seren on Feb 22, 2013 21:15:56 GMT -10
~Yenta~
For a long time Yenta could only stare at the apparition in front of him. Sure, the...thing...had led him away from a potentially dangerous area, but Yenta was no idiot."
"But wait...how do I know you're the guide sent to show me the way to the promised land, and not to the gates of Hell?"
Yenta shot a harsh look down his glasses at the white hooded man. Even though he hardly used it as relentlessly as his sister, the ability to shoot a nice, piercing glare was the one thing the two siblings had in common.
"So I don't think I should have to 'hold' for you, or answer any of your questions, until I know you are not siding with the enemy."
With this Yenta sniffled his nose again. Gosh damn sickness. The cold here wasn't helping. Honestly...he had a hard time believing anyone but a kid would live in such a dank, cold place, and he was hoping some beautiful hidden paradise was laying somewhere just beyond. But, it was always wise to be weary. Besides, Yenta had a pretty strict "lone-man" philosophy...even before the Aristocrat takeover which had made living such a life that much easier.
[It's probably a test...if I act too willing then they won't take me seriously as a hero.]
Well, that much, at least, was obvious.
[And there's the man or mutant question again...but this time...]
"Wait, you want to know if /I/ am man or mutant?"
At this the youth could not suppress a guttural, somewhat snarky laugh...the laugh of someone whose trolling a nice flamebait on a message board. That kind of laugh.
"I see...I see...Well. You first, oh odd floating white spirit-thing. Then I may be more prone to answer."
At least odd floating white spirit things were more interesting than a pathetic group of ragamuffin kids. So maybe this whole portal thing wasn't such a bad idea after all.
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Strangely, the sudden petting by Kyosuke didn't make Irina shiver fearfully, even though she did find it a bit unusual. 'He's just quirky,' she thought, attempting to maintain a positive tone towards the other person. Suddenly he muttered something to her, words which she passed on to Jay before flitting past the other girl.
Kyosuke left, seemingly alone and underarmed. She could help him. She wasn't physically strong, but she was fast and agile. That was good for fighting, right? But where was he? She certainly couldn't assist somebody who she wasn't able to locate.
(Sorry it's so short. Exhausted.)
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Post by LycanHeart on Feb 22, 2013 21:54:10 GMT -10
That guy was spouting nonsense again. Here Kyosuke just saved his life from dragged into the spiraling doom that would be his grave, and he now boldly calls onto the Assassin? If that man had a death wish, he would gladly give him. Flicking out a knife from one of his many pockets, he kept his cold, dagger-piercing gaze at the youth, both the hologram projection and the real Kyosuke. To think if that kind of stare can scare anyone, he could think of a few. But he was immune to that glare, somehow. Probably his dad, whom he remembers little. Perhaps the bullies, if there were any. In any case, he was not about to give in to the youth, man or mutant.
"Compromising to an intruder who would not even give the courtesy of identifying himself, you sure have a lot to ask for," Kyosuke debated. "Need I remind you that you are the intruder, and in return to saving your life, I ask only that you identify yourself. Are you, in any way, related to the Aristocrats?" Kyosuke sure talked alot to the guy. Usually it was scout and infiltrate, assassinate and dispose jobs, with minimal verbal exchange. This one is the first in many cases, and he was getting the gist that the youth will be the compromising point, the one who would uncover and turn them over to the authority, the Aristocrats. And he was not about to let that happen.
Holding the dagger in his right hand, he did not assume hostile stance.
Not yet.
If that youth made so much as a move or another non-productive comment, then he would have to assume the worse. If he's a spy sent to find them, then he had done good.
But what if he is also someone looking to join the rebels?
Loosening slightly, Kyosuke raised the dagger and walked towards the enigmatic young man, disabling his illusions and cancelling his crystals, revealing a young man who was about to hit eighteen in three months clad in a white hooded jacket with the hood raised, covering and shadowing his eyes, and a muffler-mask that he raised as a habit when he reveals his true self, soldier camo pants and white, dirty cloth sneakers that quickly soaked up the water from the sewage.
At least the water is clean from the rain.
"Are you working with the Aristocrats?" he asked again, his sapphire blue and hazel brown eyes locked in a mental warfare with the youth that has yet to identify himself.
However he looks at it, he smells trouble.
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