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Lucielle Thorn

"Hell was meant to be crafted, formed through my will, and sent down upon my enemies. Nothing shall stop me."

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a character in “The Catalysts”, as played by Mr. Inkwell

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The renegade group from The Freelance Initiative. Formed to keep themselves separate from the 'idealist' group that refuses to accept their true place in life. They use their power to take what they want, and they fight anyone who opposes them.

Description

Name: Lucielle Thorn

Nickname: The Ashen Death

Gender: Female

Appearance: Pale skin, red eyes, hair as dark as her soul, and shorter than her patience. Young looking, yet eyes that have seen death, often caused by her own hand. she has a sharp face, accentuated by the ash that seems to almost always cloud around her. She's rather tall and skinny, often looking like a walking skeleton. She has a devilish smile that hides sharp, vicious teeth. Generally she wears an ashen sweatshirt, with a large white skull painted onto the hood. She has a black bag strapped to her back to hold various items. Her shirt is a dark red, matching well with her black jeans. Her skin is covered in ash, providing a sharp contrast to her pale complexion and eyes.

Skills/Abilities: Lucielle has the ability to manipulate fire, that burns nearly everything, leaving only smoke and ash behind. She's able to conjure smoke and ash, blinding enemies, and darkening surroundings. While extremely powerful and quick, she burns out just as fast, often running out of power in long or consuming encounters. As such, she's learned to steal the energy from others by burning them alive. While the tactic does work, it takes a small amount of time for the power to run back into her, leaving her vulnerable for attack.

Gen. Info: At best selfish, and at worst bloodthirsty, Lucielle is a Catalyst, with powers of fire and ash. She has a resentment towards most things, often acting with a cold, or dark sense of humor, causing pain, grief, or even death, just for amusement. Lucielle constantly burns a small flame around her, keeping her presence clouded in ash and darkness. She's constantly searching for ways to gain more power, believing she can steal it from other Catalysts. This has proven effective, as the first Catalyst she killed, was able to give life to others. She corrupted that power, inverting it so that she receives life from others.

History: Lucielle was the first Catalyst to be 'born' from the Chaos Insurgency. Upon learning how to fully harness her powers, she broke free, killing everyone in the base, but draining herself from her powers completely. That's when she was discovered by the Freelance Initiative. Not before too long, the Chaos Insurgency had been able to track her down, leading to the destruction of the old home for the Freelance Initiative. Once the Insurgency stormed the place, Lucielle immediately tried to kill everyone in the room, leaving only a few survivors of the Freelance Initiative left. After the carnage ended, Lucielle ran from them, and they from her. Not too long after, people began to approach her, with powers of their own, and minds geared towards destruction. With that, she formed the Devil's Hand, and has begun reaching out to those who love to cause a little hell in the world.

So begins...

Lucielle Thorn's Story

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Lucielle Thorn watched as the television's screen slowly distorted and melted, as it ran into a thick black puddle at her feet. The news was boring, with it's happy people, fake conversations, and lack of interest in where the true power lie. The public was ignorant to the existence of catalysts. Soon their ignorance would prove to be their downfall as they scurried in fear from Lucielle's name. Fear would soon reign over Emperia, and Lucielle was ready to harness and wield that fear like a sword.

The air was calm, the sun was shining, and people were smiling as they wandered the streets. Lucielle drifted between all of them, blending in with the rest of the street crawlers and hungover juveniles. She set down the path, leaving the alley and brushing against a boy.

She stopped.

She sensed something. The boy had power.

"Let's take the long way then."

Looking back, she saw the boy and a blue haired girl set down the street, oblivious to the warm ash brushed against his arm. Shaking the thoughts from her head, Lucielle went down her own path, checking to be sure she wasn't followed. Her task wasn't going to wait for some odd couple exchanging evening plans.

Finding the bridge, Lucielle crossed over to the Fifth Ward, invisible amongst the trash and litter on the street. Just beyond the bridge, an oddly out of place park stood. Foreign against the refineries and factories that littered the area. Scanning the park, Lucielle made her way to the back, sitting in a dilapidated old bench under a dying fir tree. Perfect for the bored catalyst.

Taking a seat, she slouched in the shadows while mothers and wives from workers in the foundry waited for their husbands to be let off work. The women seated there kept watchful eyes on the children, often glancing down at a neglected book. In short, it was boring.

Lucielle waited, taking her eyes off kids, and instead began torching flowers as the sun began to drift lower in the sky.

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P A N D O R A

Once Pandora reached the main street, she abruptly stopped running as she stepped out onto the side walk. Raising her hands up, she slicked back her short brown hair as she strode down the walk way. She wasn't the easiest person to behold, and anyone who knew anything about her generally kept out of her way. It was obvious every time she passed someone who had heard of her on the street because they made damn sure to stay our of her way. Made her life easier, less people to push out of her way... She wasn't the politest of people either. As she made her way across the bridge that connected the Fifth Ward to the Crown, she walked past a woman, pale of skin with dark hair, covered in ash. Once getting a pace or 2 past the girl she froze mid step. She knew that face.

It was obvious the girl was in her own thoughts, not paying much attention to the fact that Pandora just passed by her. Lucielle, she remembered. She knew this one was created in the Insurgency but escaped... They had been tracking this one for so long. Pandora couldn't help but smirk to herself as she allowed her right hand to slowly drop down to the pistol attached to her thigh. Slipping her hand around the handle, hooking her index finger around the trigger, she prepared to end this girls life. It was so simple, she had no better chance then when this girl had her back towards Pandora, life ripe for the taking. But just as she drew her weapon and aimed towards the female's head, she muttered a curse under her breath, "...fuck" She had nearly forgotten the precious cargo that was attached to the chain around her neck. She didn't want that falling into the wrong hands, and she wasn't going to get away with cold blooded murder... in the middle of the city... on a bridge.Pandora reattached the gun to her thigh. She didn't want to be standing there like an idiot if the girl turned around, so without another option she placed her palms on the railing of the bridge before hurdling over it's edge. With a thud, Pandora landed in a crouching position on the concrete under the bridge. Standing up, she brushed off her suit as she continued to make her way towards the city, "Next time..."

It didn't take long for Pandora to come across a tech bar, or whatever you desire to call it, she really didn't care what it was called, she saw computers inside and that was good enough for her. She stepped through the door and made her way towards the long line of monitors. With a sigh, she saw that every computer was taken. Walking down the long line, she stopped at the most secluded monitor, glancing over the users shoulder to see the immature searchings of less than satisfactory porn. She placed her hand on his shoulder, "Alright McLovin, beat it!" Pandora was almost surprised when the young male turned around to look at her, "Bitch, wait your fucking turn!"

Pandora chuckled to herself, a menacing grin soon taking home across her mouth as she rested her hands on her hips, "Oh, I wasn't asking." As she spoke, her right index finger tapped the handle of her pistol, drawing the male's attention towards it. His eyes quickly widened as he scrambled to collect his things. "Why are you still here!?" She reached her right hand down, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, practically lifting him out of the chair. Her other hand tearing his bag off the back of the chair, slamming it into his chest. "Go! Watch your smut on your own time!" And with that the guy practically ran out of the tech bar. She wouldn't have been surprised if there was a puddle trail following him.

Pulling out the chair, Pandora sat down in the seat, exiting out of the porn. "Freak." She then pulled the memory stick out from under the collar of her suit, and plugged it into the monitor. Her diligent fingers doing their magic over the keys, but the more she worked the slower her key strokes became. As she was looking through the files, she began to realize she had seen everything already. "What the fuck is this?" She flipped through file after file, her anger rising as she quickly realized it was false data... or old data. Either way, they knew that someone was going to try and hack them... they tricked her. Pandora let a growl escape her throat as she clenched her right hand, balling it, before sending it flying through the computer monitor. The sparks and crash made everyone in the bar look right at her as she stood up, kicking the chair out of her way. "The fuck are you all looking at?" And with that, she stormed back out onto the busy streets of The Crown.

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Lucielle stood. The sun hung low in the sky, and only a few stragglers remained inside the foundry. Walking to the front doors, she pulled on the handle, finding it locked.

The door didn't last long.

Exploding off its hinges, glass and scorched pieces of metal flew throughout them enterance. Only a large smoldering hole remained. Stepping through, Lucielle saw a secretary sitting behind a desk. Not taking any chances, Lucielle crossed the room in a heartbeat, delivering several searing blows to the woman, leaving a burning corpse on the floor. It didn't take long to find the door she needed.

Another explosion ruptured throughout the foundry, exposing a large metal-working area, full of nothing but machines and scrap metal. Across the room, a door opened, a janitor poking his head out. Seeing the destruction and Lucielle standing in the center, his eyes went wide as he slammed the door shut.

Ash streaked across the room as a bolt of fire incinerated the door, revealing a second room with a metal walkway and several large devices pumping fire and ash into the room. Unfortunately the ventilation systems were in proper working order, pulling it all out of the room. Crossing into the room as quickly as possible, Lucielle melted the ventilation coverings, making them effectively useless. The janitor stood in the corner, cowering behind a matinence panel.

Only cinders remained.

Setting to work, Lucielle concentrated her fire upon the machines, causing them to slowly rupture and distort...

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"Aaaand there we go. Give em hell, boys."

Jesse's voice spoke to no one in particular as the malicious trojan ran havok over the Foundation's piss-poor security system. Mercs and overzealous warriors stood at the ready, storming Horizon headquarters as soon as it's defences were down, right under the watching eyes of The 9th Whisperer, streaming live footage from a near-by street camera. Really, it was surprising how vulnerable the city security systems were. Whether it was police station records, the Emperian city cameras, the city's power grid, corporate accounts of big-wig billionaires, or the slightly better but not as good Horizon Foundation security.

Their strength was the fact that they knew they sucked. Hence their backup security, isolated networks, old computers, and paper documents. The foundation still held decent documents in their original network but none of the really good stuff. Hence the raid, to take them down and steal said documents.

As Jesse held a cigarette to her lips, she thought they'd make it out after thirty minutes. After three hours and ten cigs later it the MCF merc team didn't leave alive.

Jesse growled under her breath before taking a deep inhale. While she was inside the Manna Charitable Foundation HQ, she made sure to stay at her office, sit at her multi-monitor computer and respond to the higher ups egg-heads around her had no idea existed. She pulled up a front monitor from the direct sight of Horizon HQ to type at a status report with the failure of the original mission.

Of course that wasn't the only plan. Jesse implanted a second trojan as well, a "sleeper". Well-encrypted so it wouldnt be picked up by anti-virus software and non-malicious so it wouldn't crash the system. While they're busy trying to get rid of the Big Bad First Trojan, tracking it through multiple proxies in China, Russia, the Walmart four blocks away where Jesse is nowhere to be seen, The Sleeper Trojan lays low and quietly funnels info through proxies in ten countries before coming in through the MFC's Virtual Private Network where Jesse collects her info under her internet pseudonym.

Granted it's not perfect, sure the Horizon foundation aren't the best but they're not idiots, especially when the first trojan one was so obvious. There's bound to be some false info in there but that's alright. Not like that could ever cause confusion in their own ranks, especially if it's re-uploaded into personal computers and emailed through their boss' computer which someone could could hack into. Eventually, after they falsely track the first trojan to Walmart, they'll get rid of it, start using the network again and the Sleeper would take any info they typed in.

Not bad for someone who's two weeks in their new job at the MFC.

After detailing plans of sabotage and focusing on future successes, she noticed the complete black figure duck into the alley beside the Horizon HQ on the left monitor. It was odd, wearing black from bear head to toe in the middle of the afternoon. Her head cocked to the right monitor, expecting the figure to come out the other hand, all the more confused.
For about five minutes. Nothing. "This is starting to get shady, She thought half-way in until the figure came out of the alley. She was running but then came to a complete halt and started walking. People got out of her way. City camera after city camera followed her step, difficult as it was. Quality wasn't as much a concern and Jesse could swear she was doing her best to stay just at the peripherals of them.

A stop at a bridge as someone brushed past the mysterious black figure. Tall and skinny in blacks and reds. She made sure to screencap it, and went to one of the phones.

"Jason? I'm gonna send you the feed for the city camera #59 at 3:30:29. Trace the black figure on the right as far as you can and screencap anything suspicious."

"Gotcha Jess."

As soon as she hung up, she looked back to find the mystery figure jumping from the bridge, panicked, Jesse started going through multiple cameras to pick up her position. It wasn't until Camera #130 she got a feed of her again. This was a fucking catalyst, right in her sights, right in blurry shitty city camera. No human could have made a drop like that and walk away good as new, at least not without any tech. It could be one of their people. She had to be sure.

The figure ducked into a tech bar at The Crown, and Jesse got to work again. Internet Cafe's and that sort were the easiest to break into, the problem was all the individual terminals.

"Come on, God, Number 8"
The camera light for the Eighth terminal lit up despite no-one using it. and a perpindular view of the event in question, appeared before her eyes in the monitor's camera. With a resolution that didn't make her eyes bleed, she saw the profile of the figure, resembling a woman in black, armed to the teeth with weapons, throwing something at the monitor of terminal #20.

Pandora. Every moment screencapped, face and all. looking through the screencaps until she could find the right one, she realized, it was a red USB.
Her hands flew over the keyboard, and she found herself at the lit-up camera of Terminal #20's monitor. She broke the display and not the camera atop it.

Jess made sure that both streams were being recorded and left.

I'm going to go deal with some trash." Jesse remarked as she left the office with her laptop in tow. "If anything happens, update me on it!" she said before they could object. She was overstepping the bounds of her "official" job description and getting ready for her new duties.

The red four person pickup truck wasn't exactly brand new, the odd ding here and there, about five years of work put into it. She opened the back and saw her normal stash of supplies in the backseat, under a black blanket. Some C4, grenades, various explosives, spare hardware, more blankets and a simple yet elegant disguise.

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She pulled into the spot close to the tech bar, right in The Crown, dressed up in a "TechGeek" T-shirt and matching cap, remnants from her first job doing tech support and fixing people's computers. Wisps of smoke escaped her mouth and twisted in the air as she figure how to give Horizon their little surprise back.

She fished around for an identitcal red USB, (there was always about six inside her car, when her work cell started ringing, holding it to her ear as she took a knife and started to get busy.

"What's going on?"

"You can't just go out like that! Leave it to the professionals and leave now."

A flick of the knife ripped open the copy-cat USB, leaving Jesse to push a white clay like substance inside amidst the hardware the small toothpick sized detonator pushed into the C4.

"Any reason why?"
"We're spotting some Horizon individuals going in the area right now."

"Perfect." She smiled, as she pushed in the plastic red casing for the USB, coming together with a satisfying click and hanging up. The Dummy explosive USB was ready.

Jesse pushed her through the sidewalk right into the scene of the location. Heading right to the cashier, she casually lied, saying the manager called to have her pick up the broken equipment and the fresh-faced guy let her go. They cleaned up a lot of the glass but she could still see the red of the USB, right at the back of the monitor's case. Wrapping the entire thing, in a black blanket to make sure she didn't get cut, she carried it out, expecting to be stopped by some Horizon bastard. Not ambushed, hell, they might have been evil but they weren't idiotic enough to go guns blazing at a simple computer repair person.

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Vanessa arrives from the Alleyway, she decided to continue her search for the, "Freelance Initiative," some other time. Vanessa took her time, scanning the scenery. It was after sunset, so she couldn't watch the children at the park. She loved to watch children at the park, playing, laughing, and being kids, with not a care to worry about. Vanessa always knew it was her motherly instincts that caused these feelings, a need to make them safe.

As Vanessa proceeded to the more industrious center, a smell caught her interest, the smell of fire. Fires weren't a common thing, Vanessa smiles, "I think the Burning Thorn is here," she tells herself, then she proceeded closer to the source of the burning, and maybe, evidence of Lucielle...

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A few minutes of concentration found Lucielle exiting a room of smoke and soot, as she carelessly breathed in the noxious fumes. She felt the fire in her heart grow, burning hotter and hotter. Hoping the excess humiliation of soot and flames would satisfy her desire for power. She certainly felt stronger, but since she usually felt invincible, this was no great feat. All she could do is wait for a perfect opportunity to burn something.

Just as she was remembering a small gang she uncovered near her home, she stepped from the burning wreckage of the foundry. A few late night stragglers that had decided to gather around the gaping hole of an entrance noticed her. Smiling, she walked through them, loving how they parted for her in fear.

But something was missing.

Turning around to face the small group, she studied them carefully.

"I wouldn' try anythin' miss," An elderly one from the back piped up, "We've called the cops. You can't touch us, I'd jus' stay right on here, n' wait for 'em ta show." He paused, adding, "Like a responsible youn' gal'."

"Oh," Lucielle said to the old man, "I'm supposed to just wait around for men with guns to come collect me?"

The crowd closed in tighter, afraid of her every move.

"Le'mme tell ya' all something," She called out into the crowd, "I'm not scared of anyone or anything. And I'm not going to be ordered around by a bunch of low-lifes!"

Her hands lit ablaze, and she sent a volley of firebolts at the old man, watching him burn to the ground with a hungry look in her eyes. Laughing, the group dispersed, each running their own direction, all ready to spread tales of the "demon-girl" they saw. She embraced her new title, hearing some scream as they got far, far, away from her. Soon the whole street was clear, save for a few abandoned cars, and a girl looking lost across the way.

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Vanessa just happened to be hiding behind a wall, more like leaning against it, as Lucielle inflicted her massacre upon the crowd. "So, this is Lucielle Thorn," Vanessa monologued, "She's just as magnificent as I heard her to be."

Vanessa then walked into view, as to try and not to startle Lucielle, "I believe you're Miss Thorn?" she called, "I'm flattered to be in your presence."

She then nonchalantly walked to the girl left by the crowd, "Please, don't be scared," she tries to reassure the girl, sitting on her knees to become the girl's height and speaking in a caring voice, "Things may seem bad, but it will be better, I promise." She then holds out her arms for the girl, sensing she wanted protection.

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Lucielle turned, her eyes searching for the voice. Before her, a woman stood, slowly approaching her. Lucielle regarded the strange woman holding small child. She looked like an alien being almost, walking up to her, either from fear or respect, Lucielle didn't know. Was she there to beg for her child's life? Perhaps she was a Catalyst, much like the others that approached her, not only minding her violent tendencies, but putting forth destruction of their own? But she seemed different, to carry herself over the others. Lucielle found her gaze drifting upwards as she approached, she towered over her. Sure, Lucielle was slouching, and this woman standing perfectly straight, but even so, Lucielle found herself almost taken aback by the woman's hieght and forwardness.

Almost.

"Who might you be?" She asked, holding up a small flame in her hand, "And why so brave?"

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"Go, run along," Vanessa commanded to the child, when the child does leave, Vanessa turns to Lucielle, "Pardon my shift of focus, but I needed to send the child on her way." Vanessa then smiles, her eyes looking into Lucielle's and at the dark fire on her hand. However, she just seems to nod it off, "To finish answering, I'm not trying to be brave. Just strike up a chat between us ladies. We do have similar interests."

Vanessa seems to hold herself in a ladylike tone. "My name is Vanessa Eris," she says as she bows, "I know who you are, but would you like to introduce yourself?"

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Vanessa looked at Lucielle expectantly. Her eyes full of something. Fury, bravery, compassion, all registered, but one stood out above the rest.

Power.

Vanessa needed power. She lusted for it in her eyes. Perhaps, in that light, Lucielle and Vanessa were similar in that respect. She was calm, controlled. Her actions were smooth calculated. Perhaps a more experienced mind would know. Would be able to see the game Vanessa was playing.

Unfortunately, Lucielle held no such mind. He thoughts clouded with perpetual destruction, she thought of the asset a confidant person like Vanessa would make. Only if she knew her stance, her abilities.

Lucielle turned away, facing the smoldering crater. "You already know me, what's left to Introduce?" Burning the air, she encompassed her arms in pure flame. "The Demon of Emperia, The Ashen Death that falls upon the land. I am the dusk, ending the lovely sunshine and freedom this place has known for far too long."

Her arms smoldered out, leaving behind small trails of smoke that drifted into the air. "Even now, my name plagues those who hear it with fear, though..." She trailed off, turning to Vanessa, "I am still not as strong as I must be. The Devil's hand is stretching over this land, and I must be powerful enough to rule."

"So why have you come to see me?"

Sirens began to play in the distance. Lucielle wouldn't mind anouther chance to melt something to cinders, but her power was already waning, and she couldn't afford to look weak before her 'guest'.

"If you wish to speak further, come. Follow me around the corner. In the dark."

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Vanessa followed, smiling, it appeared that she was making progress. "If you're the dusk," she began, "Then I must be the dawn."

From there, Vanessa began to calculate, planning her words. She knew that if Lucielle held power in her abilities, then maybe she could listen to a powerful speaker, one able to have a request issued and down in just a few words. With the way Lucielle described herself, maybe she'll listen to comparisons.

"If you're the destruction, then I'm the creation that sparks succession," Vanessa then paused, allowing time to give her words spacing, "Do you see what I'm saying? I heard of you leading a group of like-minded individuals, a group that I seek to join. If the succession I dream were to happen, there must first be destruction."

Vanessa then looked to Lucille expectantly, looking for signs of her being moved by her clever speech.

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"Dawn?" Lucielle regarded the thought like a new concept. "Dawn..."

Her power had only led her to see a world of perpetual destruction. A world of fire and brimstone where her and others like her ruled, struck fear into those without their power. And with that fear, obedience. And those who lashed out were toyed with and crushed, as Lucielle Sat upon her burning throne, setting ablaze to all.

But she had never thought of what would come after.

Of the peace, of the freedom, of the tranquility, and joy it could all bring.

The thought sickened her.

Vanessa certainly had something, she was a Catalyst, that much was easy to tell, she could sense the power beneath her skin. How that power manifested was unknown. Vanessa definitely someone she'd have to keep an eye on.

"Tell you what, I'll meet with my 'friends', and we shall see. But remember," Lucielle jabbed Vanessa in the chest, "if you're not with us, you're against us."

Turning away, Lucielle stepped further into the shadows. "Meet me at the bridge to the Outskirts tomorrow this time." She said, not waiting for an answer, and stepping completely into the shadows.

An explosion sounded in the distance. Grinning, she ran off as fast as she could towards the sound.

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The garbage can next to Lucielle exploded as she screamed in rage, spilling burning trash and smoking garbage across the street. She arrived to her destination, only to find a small crowd gathered over a girl cupping her hand. The girl was wounded. Blood leaked profusely down her arm and pooled around her slightly on the ground.

An easy target, but little bloodshed, fire, or death to account for the sounds of gunfire and explosions she heard on her way over.

Drifting into the crowd, Lucielle slowly burned her way through until she reached the injured girl. A broken computer lied at her feet, but her attire didn't seem to really suit a computer repairman. Perhaps a thief? A vandal? Or a mishap?

Perhaps the girl on the ground knew. Knew where the fun was. Knew where the excitement was.

"Hey, girlie." Lucielle yelled, waiting for the girl to notice her. "Yeah you! Know where those explosions and such came from? Tell me quickly, and I won't kill you."

Not the most elegant of questions, but elegant wasn't Lucielle's style. Lucielle realized she was still waiting for an answer, and deemed it too long. Fire a lighting I her palms, she spoke again. "This motivate you to talk?"

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If it wasn't for the shock of pain shooting up her hand she would have clocked the woman in black the moment she picked Jesse up and it took a moment for her words to register. The explosion pushed her back down into the cement, her bloody hand wrapped around the black blanket, her consciousness scattered as she tried to piece together what happened and stunned when she realized.

She knew.

The woman knew that Jesse was the Emperium City Bomber and she knew that Jesse would use the opportunity to eliminate a catalyst but there was limits to that knowledge. If she knew her name, Jesse would have had cops pouring at her condo, if she knew the address, they probably would have taken Jesse out. The woman was a bit of blabbermouth, mouthing off "The Insurgency." and by process of elimination, the man being from Horizon, herself being MCF, Pandora would be the Chaos Insurgency.

Another explosion to her left.

On a different day, if she was still in her little air-conditioned office separated by a computer screen and not shot and bleeding on the sidewalk with her high-school job's uniform, this would have counted as a success.

The fact that her phone kept vibrating to warn her of the catalyst coming her way and the crowd that started to from around her only added to her annoyance and she started to grind her teeth until she realized something was wrong. Jesse looked up when she was called for and threatened but didn't answer, still processing the face, recognizing it in all but that moment when she held that fire in her hand.

The crowd backed off a few more paces.

Jesse remembered seeing her on one of the security cameras when she was tracking Pandora, the insurgent member having stopped in place once crossing paths with this monster. This Catalyst.

The expectation of fear from Jesse was unfounded, having reacted not so dramatically to the girl's powers, but her eyes narrowed, and she sneakily picked a shard of glass from the ground to her good hand as she rose. Her teeth grinding until they drew blood and for but an instant, a blink of an eye, pure unfettered "slam your head into the concrete" hatred for the abomination of the human being in front of her and her inhumane capabilities. As soon as it came, it went, replacing it now a mischievous grin as she calmly pointed with her good hand to her left, using the shard of glass as a pointer.

"You want the freaks in spandax and leather over there." and in a lower voice, still maintaining that steady eye contact, continued. "You should remember the girl at least, after all you did pass her by the bridge twenty minutes ago, and she looked you in the eye, so you should kill her quick before she decides to take your body, which could be any second now or the next year if you're lucky."

She was in no position to take on this beast. Not without her guns, nor explosives, nor element of surprise, all that was in her truck. But that didn't mean Jesse can't point her in the right direction, lie, and set them off to attack and kill each other off like rabid animals so they could leave the rest of humanity the fuck alone.

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Lucielle's smile grew. The wounded girl was weak, though she looked rather strong and seemed to hold an air of rebellion around her. But her best trait was her eyes, or rather, what lie within them.

Recognition.

But, recognition was followed by fear, only to be immediately replaced by anger. Hatred. Defience.

The woman before her rose, pointing down the street with a shard of glass. Blood ran down her other hand, and fell to the ground, staining the street. Lucielle couldn't help herself from smiling fondly, not unlike a mother looking upon an accomplished child. Oh, how she reminded her of herself before she was given the power she deserved. Stepping forward, she snaked her way behind her, flames lighting on each hand. She grabbed her shoulders, speaking into her ear.

"Oooh, what was that I saw? You know who I am, don't you? You know what I'm capable of, yet you refuse to run. Who are you? And why so brave? Why so disobedient?"

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Jesse scowled to herself once she realized this creature was too focused on herself in particular to pick up on that crucial lie. That nerving smile that stalked her sight brought chills on the back of her neck and her movement caused Jesse to tense up involuntarily yet keep standing strong to prevent that fear from ever showing.

The moment Lucielle started moving in that confident walk, moving out of Jesse's line of sight, she started to brace herself, jumping slightly when she felt hands brace her shoulders, slames coming from her hands but her shoulders, not quite being burned but the heat steadily rising and that slithering voice crawl in her head. Jesse, for all the terror in her, was flattered, in the same way a demon complimenting his prey would.

She chuckled at that, "Why so disobedient?"

Jesse wasn't prey.

In that same low tone of voice Lucielle spoke into her ear, tilting her head so she could see Lucielle's face and so Lucielle could see her shit-eating grin. She was going to be honest.

"I'm the Emperium City Bomber." She said with the pride one might have being named the valedictorian of their Harvard class.


"I also have a very powerful explosive on me, right now. Blast radius of two or three blocks, stolen Horizon Tech, Class A stuff. Fire would set it off but I normally carry a three-sequence detonator."

An anklet with small bars of the explosive covered by the loose ends of her jeans was that such explosive.

"Now it would probably kill, hundreds, thousands of innocent people if it went off here"

A Pause, and that same intense hatred in her eyes returned to a boil, almost crazed, back at Lucielle as she spoke as calmly and clearly as she could.

"But I would personally butcher every man, woman, child and infant in Emperia City and still get a free pass if it meant that I could take any one of you filthy Catalysts down. So, you could either fuck off and live for another day until I find you and blow you to pieces in your sleep or you can try to fight me here and die. I'll get my salvation and you'll freeze in hell."

Jesse cranked her head a couple more millimeters. The grip on the shard of glass tightened. Her voice hushed a little lower, her shoulders now smouldering but slightly turned.


"Or you could try to not set off the bomb with your fire-"
She pulled up her head slightly-


"and I'll bash your brains against the concrete!"

And shot her arm with the glass shard out towards Lucielle's open throat, determined to tear open an artery, and cave her head in when she's down.

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During the woman, the bomber's, entire speech, Lucielle's smile only continued to grow. She considered burning the girl alive, detonating the bomber and killing all those people. The fire wouldn't hurt her, but the blast would. For a moment she frowned, as another thought crossed her mind, but she never got a chance to reflect upon it further.

She lept from the girl's reach, but, the girl was true to her strike, and managed to plunge the glass shard into Lucielle's arm. Tearing flesh and muscle as the shard burrowed into her, Lucielle felt a shot of pain course throughout her body. This woman, this wounded woman had actually managed to hurt her. Blood began staining her shoulder, running down her arm. Lucielle jumped back several more paces, noticing how empty the streets were. Leaping back once more, she winced as the glass continued to dig into her skin. Not allowing herself to look weak, she kept up her devilish smile, not letting any other emotion show through.

Her clothes were stained red now, a large, dying star emanating from her shoulder. She couldn't allow this to go on any longer. Pain was not the sign of those in power, they took pain only to lash it out a hundred times over. Lucielle liked this girl, she was nothing but a challenge. She reached over with a finger, dipping it in her blood before bringing it too her lips. It tasted wonderful. She giggled, heating her body up, until her blood began to boil and the glass turned bright orange, contorting and melting down her sweatshirt and onto the ground.

"I like you," Lucielle called out, "You're strong, brave, defiant. You're my favorite toy yet. Unfortunately, you will burn for this. I envy the day you lie before me, begging for mercy as I crush every part of you, before enveloping you in my welcoming flames. But until that day..."

Lucielle held her hands up high, a small cluster of cinders burning in her palms, before plunging them straight down into the street. A cloud of ash and heat exploded throughout the area, covering the entire city block. Lucielle ran straight towards the bomber standing directly before her, caressing her cheek as she leaned in to whisper, "Bye bye, for now, toy."

Within a second, she was gone.

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Lucielle watched with blatant facinatination as Craven devoured his meal. She knew the waiter didn’t stand a chance. From her vantage point, she could see all the other meals awaiting Craven, running away from the abomination that had installed itself into their fountain rather violently. In no time at all, Craven was up and out of the water, running out of the small deck and tearing down an alleyway, his clothing stained in blood. Unwittingly, Lucielle had managed to place herself in the perfect position to follow him, all she needed was a keen eye.

Craven tore down several alleyways and minor streets, trying to either run from a pursuer or keep hidden from the general public. In this way, they zigzagged throughout the city, crossing bridges, running through small groups, and heading down the city until they reached their destination; The Outskirts.

The bridge to the Outskirts was different than the rest, the other bridges looked strong, sturdy, and well-maintained. This bridge was covered in rust, visibly twisted out of shape, and it’s concrete was cracked and crumbling in several places. The bridge didn’t seem fit for any kind of safe reliable travel, but it was the only one leading to the Outskirts, so they had little choice but to keep it open. The local government wouldn’t dare spend a dime trying to fulfill the needs of the poor, and less fortunate of the city, providing perfect travel for the demons and monsters that roamed the nights.

“Hey, wait up big guy.” Lucielle huffed, landing next to Craven.

“Fun little show you put on back there.” She paused, checking to be sure her ‘friend’ hadn’t arrived early.

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~Craven~





Craven had been running for some time, clearing as much space between him and the Foundations lackeys as he could. The possibility of them catching him was growing more dim every minute that he ran, jumping stalls and knocking one pedestrian down after the other. Oppertunites to feed passed him by, good ones at that. But he could not afford the chance for them to track him down, not now, not this day. He would have to figure a different method to deal with Hunter and the rest of the Foundations demented blowhards.

The wind blasting in his face, with no time to sniff and no time to hear what he wanted to keep a tap on. No matter the measure of his running, he was going to get as far away from the Crown as possibly. Someplace that no one really looks, or really wants to go for that matter and that would mean the Outskirts of the city. A most depressing shit hole if he'd ever seen one, though he knew a place to head too just in case he ever needed to return there.

Craven stood on the edge of the bridge as he could see the waters below, looking out into what remained of the night and he could now see a bead of sunlight peeking over edge of the horizon. Though the lights of the city always seemed to keep the night world almost as well lit as the day. He reached his hand up high, slowly passing his fingers into the way of the morning sun and watching as the skin on his hand begins to singe lightly.

A thump on the concrete behind him sets his nerves on fire as he twist on the spot, setting his massively dilated eyes on the woman behind him. His body wanted to pounce from the sheer weight of how his night had been and he slightly tilts his head.

“Hey, wait up big guy. Fun little show you put on back there.”

He stared at her for a moment before smirking through his teeth. "Well, you got my attention first.. which means your not foundation." He looked the woman over and her figure was strange, though she did match several of the memories that he had acquired from several of the specialist and he worked a name over his tongue as he tried to bring it too words.

"..Lucielle.." The name brought a smile too his face, like winning a game show after guessing the right price.

He leaned on the side of the grungy rail, its rusted, pitted form reaching down the length of the bridge like a tired outstretched arm. "Ah.. yes, that is your name.. though the face is different. It is you in the end."

Bracing up and lifting himself away from the rail, his posture becomes more offensive. "Why follow me, better yet.. why approach me? It is not wise to provoke a starving animal and I am so very hungry right now."

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"Why? Fascination? Admiration? Choose one."

Lucielle began to circle Craven, looking him over. She kept her distance, knowing his power. Reaching his backside, she leaned forward whispering, "If you're so hungry, why not find something? Someone? I know you thirst for blood, I can see it in your eyes."

She turned her back, stepping away from him. The air was calm, the smell of cedar, oak, and other woods drifted through the air. Just right for a fire, she thought, maybe I should spell my name this time...

She knew without looking, Craven was keeping an eye on her. She needed to know more about him, she wanted to see him in action, tearing through flesh and bone like it was nothing. Growing stronger at every kill, never slowing, never stopping. For the second time that day, Lucielle was reminded of herself.

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~Craven~




Craven gave wry smile in return as he could feel the tension returning to the muscles in his forearms, as if his body wanted to press into action before he did. The wind of the outskirts brushed across his face as it changed directions for a split moment and he thought closely too himself. Several memories came to light about what she could do, though they were vague in retrospect. Several could see nothing but glancing eyes of a photo screen, with Lucielle waving her hands in the background.

"My own concerns are just that, though the idea is not an unattractive one."

Searching for more scattered information was difficult, it was like swimming through a ocean of voices and sights. Not being able to truly point out whatever was catching his eyes and ears at the moment. It was times like this that Craven really tended to dislike the way his own body was designed to act or operate. While thinking this the agitation had manifested in the form of his finger tips slowly bursting into clawed talons. Reaching nearly four inches in length, with his body slowly shifting to become wider as his mass bulked up his own muscles strength. He was working on a short line however, the only thing running in his system was the poor waiter and that was quickly burning through his body. This was just in part of the state his current form was in, rushed, frantic and nervous.

His leg tenses up as he can feel himself inch forward towards her, till a singular image replays in his mind. Her standing behind a swirly gout of flame, one of her own design and creation to be exact. A slow realization of her powers ebbs over him for a few moments as the wind shifts again and he pulls back to his standing posture. With the same wry smile as before "Heh.. Fire.. Not to be a downer, but I think my dance card has been filled for tonight. Besides.. its a new jacket."

Craven tugs on the lapel of his "new" black, jacket. Only for the touch of his hand to transfer a large stain of blood to the inside.

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"Ah, another time then." Lucielle chuckled. "Still, you won't do so well without a good meal..."

She trailed off, keeping her gaze from the beast behind her. Holding up an arm, she pointed down into the heart of the Outskirts. "There's a nice little trailer park down that way. I hear they're just getting over a mysterious fire. The children there have the cutest screams."

She let silence blow between them, dust settling in the breeze. Leaves rustling and twisting in the early morning light. The rusted bridge glinted, swaying slightly. The air held a timeless quality. Breathing in a deep breath, she dropped her arm. Glancing back, she saw the shadow shift behind her.

"Oh, and Craven." Lucielle turned, looking at the creature's back. She snapped her fingers, a burning flame streaking from her hand and into Craven's chest. "Don't kill them all. I still need some entertainment."

The smell of burning flesh reached her nose. Lucielle smiled. She extinguished the flame. She wouldn't kill him, he had to many, intriguing factors. Her hand waved a farewell to Craven. Ash and soot clouded the air. With cinders and coals disguising her movements, she climbed to the top of the bridge effortlessly.

"This land is mine Craven, you'd be wise to behave in it."

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Hunter shot an accusatory look towards Jericho. "There was a slight turn of events that required my intervention." He looked back towards Ozpin, tired of feeling like a small child on trial. "Although, I'm sure you know the rest."

His interrogator looked at him expectantly, gesturing to the small black box on the set, a red light blinking on and off. A tape recorder. Obviously, the Foundation acted like a military, or rather, it's own small government. He decided to give in. He explained everything that happened. The severed head, plummeting through the streets, the mercenaries, and worst of all, Craven. He told them about the fight, and how he nearly died. He decided to end his 'tale', of sorts just when he blacked out. Silence hung in the air, and Hunter took the moment to silently criticize himself for his clumsiness. It took him a moment to realize that Ozpin was speaking once more.

"As I was saying, Mr. Thorn," Ozpin repeated, noticing Hunter snapping back to attention, "I thank you both for your time. And now," He continued, switching off the recorder, "I would love to say we have some more official things to discuss, but that, in essence, is false."

Looking rather puzzled, Hunter sat forwards. "Jericho. Hunter. The Foundation would like to thank you for your continued service. And as such, we figured we'd let you indulge yourselves a little, but only a little. Though, I would like to share that some other researchers are just tired of working around the sarcastic attitudes and odd blood fetishes." He shot them a look, cracking a smile. Finding nothing but a blank stare from Hunter, he continued. "On-site staff would like to have you, and as an extension, I, relocated to our secondary base of operations in the Fifth Ward. This is purely confidential, even for the secrecy of the Foundation, you're still officially here, where we can monitor you should anything happen. Any questions?"



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Lucielle sighed, laying back on the top of the bridge, the light finally cresting high enough to reach her eyes. Out of pure annoyance she closed them. Why did she have to wait for Vanessa at such an absurd hour? Perhaps the woman had potential, but was it really worth the headaches and frustration it brought? She rolled over, the metal digging across her skin. She had better show up soon.

High in the sky, a flying morning dove burned to the ground.

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Over in the distance, Lucielle could see Vanessa approaching, with grace, power, and purpose. Vanessa wore her hair down today, but Lucielle could see that Vanessa seemed to be wearing a skintight suit with a feminine symbol on the stomach and embroided with flower designs and curved lines. When Vanessa goes into earshot, she tosses hair covering her shoulder aside and calls, "I'm here, Ms. Thorn, and ready for any test."