The Catalysts

The Alleyway

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a part of The Catalysts, by Mr. Inkwell.

Home of the Freelance Initiative.

Mr. Inkwell holds sovereignty over The Alleyway, giving them the ability to make limited changes.
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The new meeting place for all the remaining members of The Freelance initiative. It's a long alleyway sanctioned off from the rest of the city, and only accessible through a single door.

The Alleyway

Home of the Freelance Initiative.

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The Alleyway is a part of The Ramblings.

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Devon Steele [5] "You've likely seen me somewhere, you'd never know though."
Ariail Lovel Trephus [4] Tell me a little about yourself.
Alexandria Blan [0] "People tell me there are bad people in this world, but I never seen them! And I see many things!"

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Character Portrait: Devon Steele

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"There. That should be all." Devon said as he put the finishing touches on his latest creation. He grabbed a cloth towel to wipe the excess grease of the winch and his hands. "Another day, another raid it seems." He said after the news article has passed to the second half of the story. He then packed the winch neatly into a suitcase containing a small assortment of goods. After a quick change out of his greasy, fire marked working clothes into something more suitable for someone running around with a suitcase, he grabbed the suitcase and left his house. The streets were as crowded as usual for this area, making it easy to blend in and go by unnoticed. While he doubted Horizon was still actively searching for him, it certainly wasn't desirable for them to spot him this close to his hideout. But to go to the effort of hiding his appearance every time he went outside felt like it would be a bit too paranoid. He swiftly made his way to the Initiatives hideout.

To the untrained eye the door to the Initiatives hideout seemed unguarded, But Devon could feel and see the stares from the dark corners around him, at least two overlooking the street connected to the entrance from the windows of the houses. He wasn't quite certain what use those prying eyes would be when Horizon or the Insurgency would come knocking, that alley would still be a death trap to all inside. But with Ella around he was pretty certain they'd have a plan B, if that'd happen. At the very least Devon knew what he'd do in such a situation, make a new exit.

He opened the door and entered the alleyway. There was more hustle and bustle than he expected, perhaps they'd been expecting his delivery, perhaps there was something going to go down quite soon, or maybe they were just discussing and voicing concerns with the recent increase in images of Catalysts floating around. Honestly it wasn't his business, he was just here to drop off his products, that however never stopped him from sticking his nose in their business and bringing himself up to speed. He put his suitcase down on the table and opened the case revealing it's contents. It didn't take long for people to take notice and walk over to Devon. Aside from the couple of special order items the case mostly contained what he'd call his working stock, small stuff like bugs, smoke bombs, stun batons, infrared and night-vision camera's, replacement batteries and some more small gadgetry and non-lethal weaponry.

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Character Portrait: Devon Steele Character Portrait: Ariail Lovel Trephus

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Ella was checking the CC TV's and making sure all the cameras were working properly. She had to be sure everything was right or else her calculations would be off and if their were an attack lives would be lost. Ella was not about to take that chance.
They all seem fine... And no reports of people outside... Good. She thought as she pulled on her boots and laced them tightly. She glanced up at the screens now and then and suddenly a figure caught her attention.
Hmmph! Isn't he a bit early? Quickly Ella checked her watch just to find that the battery was dead! Cursing herself loudly Ella bolted from the security room almost knocking over the next person that was heading in to watch the cameras. "SORRY!" She called back as she ran.
It only took her a few minutes to get to where Devon was selling his gadgets. Ella let out a low annoyed sigh as she slowed to a walk and came to a stand still in front of the table. She looked at what he had and then up at Devon.
Scowling Ella waved her hand in the air, as if swatting away a fly. "Yes, yes I know I'm late! But it couldn't be helped!" She tapped her watch and held her wrist up to her ear,
Definitely dead..
She thought as she lowered her hand to her side a flustered look on her face. "What have you got for us today?" She asked, a glint of excitement crossing her face. Ella would be lying if she said she didn't look forward to seeing what new toys Devon had managed to think up. She loved adding new variables to her equations, and with his weapons the outcomes were always.... Interesting, to say the least.

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Character Portrait: Devon Steele Character Portrait: Ariail Lovel Trephus

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Sales were good today too, to the point where Devon had actually bought a new and larger suitcase twice in the last week, to be able to cram enough stuff in it to ensure a higher supply than demand. After all you shouldn't let those vigilantes run out on the street being undergeared if not needed. As he'd come to get accustomed with there were the same customers as ever complaining about his prices, but as always he pointed out that he hardly asked more than the price of the materials. While a lot more costly to ensure both sides secrecy, dealing with the hunter blacklist was a lot more profitable, and they hardly ever fussed about prices.

From the corner of his eye he spots a familiar figure running towards him, Ella excused herself for being late and appeared to be checking a dead watch to confirm it was in fact dead. As always she seemed quite eager to see what he brought today. "Well, for starters how about a nice little lithium ion button cell for that watch, on the house of course."He said digging up a small button cell from the suitcases innards.

He then pulled a canister from the suitcase, aside from the letters PAVA plastered on the side in bright orange it looked like the average tear gas canister. "These tear gas canisters are filled with capsaicin, Nonivamide to be precise. They work just the same as any other tear gas grenade, pull the pin and throw it, but the smoke that forms will carry the capsaicin through the air, into the eyes, nose and respiratory system of anyone unfortunate enough to be in that cloud. And trust me this stuff is nasty, one can of this stuff spread through the alleyway would still be strong enough to feel like someone is spraying pepper spray in your face constantly. So forgive me if I won't give a demonstration this time, and when using it be sure to avoid the fine orange mist like the plague." He said holding his hand squarely on the safety pin ensuring nobody would be so stupid to test it out anyways. They had been quite the challenge to make, looking back on it he now knew why the research on it he found was discontinued, getting the smoke particles just the right size, shape and chemical composition as to carry the capsaicin and dissipate over time was quite a bit harder than expected, but the result was quite satisfactory.

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Character Portrait: Devon Steele Character Portrait: Ariail Lovel Trephus Character Portrait: Vanessa "Aphrodite" Eris

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Vanessa arrives at the Alleyway through the lone door that separated it and the rest of Emperia City. She looks around, with her royal appearance, she could easily draw attention, which she wanted. She had heard rumors of Catalysts meeting here in secret and acting as a group of Good Samaritans.

She accounted to herself of confirming rumors outside of Horizon Foundation and the Chaos Insurgency. She knew for sure that the insurgency existed, she has both evidence and plans for them.

So Vanessa wanders the Alleyway, looking for whatever clues could suggest the existence of these Catalysts. However, she is also ready for an encounter in case if someone meets her, Vanessa decided to focus, imagine, then command her flowing hair to turn to a bright, snowy white!

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Character Portrait: Devon Steele Character Portrait: Ariail Lovel Trephus Character Portrait: Nia Falana

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As Devon was showing Ella his new type of.... well, crowd control gas grenade Nia approached, quite busted up and honestly in a state where he'd rather see her walk to a doctor than to him. But it wasn't the first time he saw her like that, and it most likely wouldn't be the last, she appeared to have quite the tricky gift, hard to control and very unforgiving when she lost control. She jokingly mentioned wanting something that'd prevent her from crashing. However to Devon this was the opportunity to finally get to solving that rather pitiful problem of hers, without looking like he was trying to mess with her. She didn't have much money to spend, as was made clear by the fact that she most definitely had interest in his wares, but never even seemed to consider buying anything. And unlike some others she didn't beg and whine for lower prices or freebies.

"If you mean by crashing flying into objects after you've gone up in the air, or a less than controlled landing, I might be able to help with that. I don't have something that could do that right now, but I'll think of something... Free of charge of course." He said as Nia threw her mistrust and disapproval his and Ella's way. It wasn't the first time she did this, and most likely her biggest beef was that he wasn't one of them, yet like some black market weapon dealer sold his arms to all sides of the conflict. Which wasn't exactly incorrect, but it wasn't the full truth either.

After seeing that look once more he chuckled lightly and said: "You don't have to put up a face like the devil suddenly came to you to make a deal in exchange for your soul. Though that wariness, caution and distrust is something I like and respect, keeps you alive in a world like this. I know you don't put much trust in my words beyond when I'm talking about my wares, but at least put some trust in the old saying, the enemy of my enemy. And we share quite a few common enemies, so at very least trust me to not backstab you guys until those stains of society are gone."