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 Posted: Tue Mar 19, 2013 8:41 pm
(OOC: Sorry guys! I shall post Zaine's post tomorrow. I have a bit of catch up reading to do.)
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Posted: Wed Mar 20, 2013 2:01 am
Armand's copy received Phoebe's sudden embrace coolly. A single hand patted the young lady on her back, while his eyes assessed the other two at the cafe. They had just come, and that was truly it. Were they working for that pervert, or was this just a random meet n greet?
"Your brother is well, I have orders to take you nowhere but straight to him," the man explained simply. If he wanted excessive conversation, he would do it in the car, not out here with people to listen.
Phoebe's quiet encouragement toward the door was well taken to, and the Clone backed off to the entrance, suspicion fixed in his eyes still on the strangers. "Are you Barbus or Animus?" The man demanded firmly. There was a thought process to the request. If they were either, they usually were boastful enough, or maintained enough pride, to say so. If they were not? They would be so insulted by the accusation to say 'screw off' - That's how you found a hero! Or a cynical civillian.
"Go on, the car is waiting," he added quietly. The vehicle was visible from there, right there on the street, doors unlocked, key in the ignition. They would already be going was Armand not so demanding of the strangers, could leave nothing to chance after all.
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Posted: Wed Mar 20, 2013 2:38 pm
Upon the entrance of another two people, Zaine instantly peered up, noting how ecstatic Phoebe was to see the male. She noted the tears streaming down her face as she made comments about her younger brother's condition. Zaine thought back and instantly remembered the face of her and her sibling at the craft shop. That's right, her brother isn't here is he? What exactly happened? Zaine shook the thought, making attempts to not exactly let her curiosity wander too far. That was how trouble started.
The one in the cloak was a bit of a mystery character as well. Who was she with? Why exactly was she there? Zaine supposed that she didn't really have room to ask, seeing as how she also seemed a bit peculiar for entering a demolished cafe. "It's nice to meet you." Zaine smiled at the other two that she was aware of dwelling there. She took note of a stray voice that didn't fit that of anyone else, but she noted the hooded figure went to go check out who it was with the intent of eavesdropping.
Upon being asked the question of whether she was a part of Animus or Barbus, Zaine's gaze went sharp in the slightest. She didn't all too much care for the factions and didn't like to be compared to their villainy. "Who wants to know anyway?" Zaine smiled, though there was a slight bit of defensive hostility in her voice. What if this guy is part of the factions? Zaine wondered as her gaze momentarily darted to Phoebe, though it was hard to believe that anyone with a personality such as hers could be considered villainous, but she the city had ways of surprising her. Zaine took a deep breath and calmed down. Suspicion was far too little a reason for hostile behavior.
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Posted: Wed Mar 20, 2013 3:35 pm
[~so, should we move Voltedge?]
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Posted: Wed Mar 20, 2013 3:45 pm
Danica huffed derisively. "Why would I be one of them?" she sneered, her mouth really the only thing visible beneath the shadow of her hood. "Damned factions are the reason I gotta hide who I am."
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Posted: Wed Mar 20, 2013 3:52 pm
Kyle woke up late, his body was ache but he forced himself to get up and shower. When he was done he went to his mothers door and knocked little "I'm going out..." He said, expecting her to say something, as usual nothing. He left the apartment and headed out to the streets.
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Posted: Wed Mar 20, 2013 9:25 pm
((Um I think so, but I'm out of ideas of what to do next. sweatdrop ))
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Posted: Wed Mar 20, 2013 11:39 pm
[~yeah, I'm not too sure what Aya was gonna do, so I'm drawing a blank here >.<]
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Posted: Wed Mar 20, 2013 11:43 pm
((Same here. I'm sorry cheese. I'm drawing a blank. >.< ))
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Posted: Thu Mar 21, 2013 7:23 am
 ¤¤¤¤¤ Aɭiηa Қεarη ¤¤¤¤¤⊁ Barbus ⊁Theme"Why should I help you..........................................
.................................... What's in it for me?" ✥ So much was going on here, Alina couldn't believe she caught herself in the middle of it, her nice day had been turned into one big stress ball. Only with her luck would she happen across a Hero meeting and be discovered, though the little luck that remained with this girls absence of knowledge about her was quickly dwindling out now that others were aware of her presence. As she was finishing up her conversation with the hooded figure another person arrived at the scene. Not shortly after a man wearing a hood as well approached her along with the two others near her. "Are you Barbus or Animus?". Crap, she thought to herself but decided to play it off, especially since the newly arrived person wasn't really revealing anything as well. Alina gave the man a sharp smirk. "Now if I wanted you to know I would of clearly stated it sooner" Alina knew this would most likely cause trouble but was just ready to get out of there. ✥[[OOC: A little bit confused on who's talking to who right now]]
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Posted: Thu Mar 21, 2013 11:52 am
[[It is a bit of a party ain't it. Im sure there's still cake in some ruined storage!]]
What an odd grouping of individuals. The answers hardly pleased; but for one. A hooded girl, insisting she hid herself from the villains. Brave words, especially if the rest of them were villains. What was he going to do for the rest? 'Give them the test.' His mind insisted.
"Could you all please follow Lady Phoebe and I?" The clone graciously requested of them. "I invite you to a small party, but I understand if you are too busy." With that, he proceeded outside before awaiting a response. The well dressed gent opened up the back door to the smooth, black vehicle he had arrived in.
Reading minds would have been such an unfairly good power right now, he admitted. If you knew who was a friend and who was a foe, even amongst strangers, just by looking at them, you had the world at your fingertips.
[[-makes excuse to give everyone a chance to come along to keep RPing and for heroes to join together-]]
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Posted: Thu Mar 21, 2013 1:03 pm
(( Yeah, but that doesn't really help the rogues or villains... though I've been thinking about making one of my rogue character ideas side hero-ish. I was going to wait until Aya has more free time. >.<))
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Posted: Thu Mar 21, 2013 3:25 pm
Phoebe held up her free hand and turned to face Zaine, her smile now a lot more genuine as she offered the woman her hand. It was easy to see why everyone was so suspicious of each other, in this city kindness was something that would often get you killed.
The hostility in her friends voice soon cut Phoebe's happy demeanour short. She really was in no shape to be fighting. Her shoulder twinged painfully as once again the blue haired woman adjusted the flower pot, cradling it to her chest like some form of good luck charm the previously out stretched hand curling back to join its counter part in gripping the pot.
"If you don't want to go with us...I-I understand...but" tilting her head to the side she glanced at the cafe door, catching the voice's of the two other people her plant's had been sensing.
"I..I understand if none of you wish to get dragged along but please...can we leave?....this place really isn't safe and I don't want any of us caught up in another faction fight.." There was a desperate edge to the woman's voice as she raised it loud enough for all three of their guests to hear.
In all honesty she just didn't want to be found again and the longer they stood around chatting, arguing and fighting the higher the risk of being caught in the open.
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Posted: Thu Mar 21, 2013 3:58 pm
ArtificialFlavored Cheese Melody shook her head. "I don't remember fighting. I don't even remember getting back here. And Miz is gone for some reason. She won't talk back to me." She sighed and put her head in her hands. "I don't know what to do. I feel extremely lost. A part of me is missing. What do I do? Look, I'm really sorry but I just...I don't remember. God, I need a drink or something." ((I'm SOOOOOOOOOOOO sorry! )) "I see." He replied gently before taking her hand. "Perhaps the taste from the forbidden fountain will be enough of a shock to cure you." He replied before swooping down and stealing a kiss. As he did, he used his powers to fix the damaged part of her brain so that Miz would come back. "There." He whispered to her sweetly before turning and leaving the room.
Vincent left the place, bored. Between his leader asking for party invitations and Miz's dilemma, he wanted time to feed his ego. Of course, that would require him to pick up his current project. He headed back to the cafe to see if she was still there, but he kept his distance. 'Damn... that stupid cloner is inside... and a few others...' He said, flipping through their minds. He then closed his mind and thought to Phoebe. 'Blue... come to me. I'll take you to your brother.' He said, revealing his location to her mind.
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Posted: Thu Mar 21, 2013 4:32 pm
Phoebe blinked a few times and glanced around the cafe. She could have sworn somebody had said something just then. Half turning to face Armand Phoebe scowled glaring daggers at the man's back back, was it him who just said that?
"You already said you were going to take me to him..." There was a thick pause from the blue haired woman as she contemplated whacking Armand with the flower pot so closely cradled to her chest.
'And don't call me Blue you jerk! my hair colour is natural!' Confused the hero turned back to face Zaine, something wasn't right. As far as Phoebe could tell the cafe was empty (besides the currant party) and the only male seemed to be Armand but the voice didn't suit him. 'So...' Again Phoebe glanced around the upturned cafe 'Who did that voice belong to...'
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Mason grinned at Trent as he drifted idly next to the boy. The ghost seemed to be enjoying the poor boys misery and from the moment he had entered the wear-house to the moment he left the white haired pervert had taken to following him about the place like a lost puppy. "You know, it's more then likely she's dead by now. It takes less then a minuet to kill someone and she's been gone for a day now; really think you'll find her still attached to her body?"
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