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located in Chicago, IL, a part of The Black City, one of the many universes on RPG.

Chicago, IL

So, you've found your way into the city of riches and ruin, huh?...

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Character Portrait: Cole Occheto Character Portrait: Suri Desmond Character Portrait: Martin Ross Character Portrait: Kazuki "Daniel" Takahashi Character Portrait: Tesla Marie Basov Character Portrait: Romeo Vallance Character Portrait: Nevaeh Kathryn Rai
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Tesla Marie Basov


Navaeh was of no help to Tesla. Jarvis gave the blonde a knowing glance, to which she huffed with annoyance and slumped into her seat. Bodies littered the floor and blood painted the walls. It should have been unsettling, but Tesla couldn't bring herself to care. She saw past the dead bodies and was too distracted by the glamour.

Yes she knew that perhaps her lack of remorse for these people who had been slaughtered mercilessly could raise a red flag of some deeper issue. However Tesla had grown numb to her surroundings years ago. Her father was a serial offender of white collar crimes, and Tesla never had a problem feigning ignorance then, this wasn't much different. Rounding so that she was behind the bar, Tesla served herself a vodka and cranberry.

"Isn't it a little late to be drinking for you, young lady?" although Jarvis must have meant it as a joke, Tesla glared at him as she continued to pour the vodka wordlessly. Adding only a splash of cranberry, Tesla stuck a straw and umbrella in her glass, bringing it to her lips and rapidly consuming her concoction. Making an expression of exasperation, Jarvis righted himself to face the floor of the club. Once his back was turned, Tesla was unable to resist sticking out her tongue at the lunk of a man.

Topping off her drink once it was half gone with a little more cranberry juice, Tesla could feel her stomach turn due to the strong beverage. As if Navaeh could feel the lurching in Tesla's stomach, the girl buckled over and began mumbling something. Panicked, Jarvis swept down to her level, asking if she was alright.

Using this as a moment of opportunity, Tesla sneaked away, carefully stepping over shattered glass and dead bodies to make her way to the back room. She moved quickly, hoping she would make it back before Jarvis noticed she was gone, although surely he would notice her change in clothes. Luckily Tesla had avoided being stained by the blood of those murdered tonight, except for what had gotten onto the outfit. It was too late now to salvage the piece, so instead Tesla tossed it into the trash and changed into a loose fitting white dress, throwing on a leather bomber over it.

Distracted by her reflection, Tesla began primping herself in the mirror, forgetting of the brute that had been in charge of watching her back at the bar. She didn't even see him sneak up behind her as she fastened the strappy heels onto her still bandaged feet. Although the cuts from the other night of the bistro of being dragged along to walk across broken glass hadn't healed yet, the pain went away with the pills and liquor. Even the foot that had stitches felt light as air. However as Jarvis yanked her out of the chair, forcing Tesla to stumble and land the wrong way on her foot.

Wincing, Tesla tried to fight her way out of his strong hold as he scolded her. "Damnit you can't listen can you? Just like Navaeh at your age, think your fucking invincible. Well you know what? A girl who had never even set foot in this city was just kidnapped for no goddamn reason." she became limp, picking up the shoe that had fallen off and her bag as he dragged her out like a badly behaved child. He shoved her onto the bench nearby the front door, "Stay here." he said in a low growl, and by the look in his eyes, Tesla figured she should listen.
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He returned with Navaeh, and Tesla fastened the shoe back onto her foot, checking the stitches and relieved they were still intact. Crossing her legs, Tesla looked to Navaeh and laughed as if the girl had just told a joke. "I just can't catch a break." She said, mostly to herself.

Jarvis' attention snapped to Suri as she approached the three, telling him to take the girls with to the pier. Tesla had a feeling she wasn't referring to Navy Pier to ride the Ferris wheel and admire the stained glass collection. When Suri spoke to Tesla, the blonde took a look of surprise. She hadn't expected for Suri to even remember her name, let alone be grateful that Tesla had lived to witness yet another massacre. But she just smiled back and mumbled, "Yea, me too."

As Jarvis led her and Navaeh out onto the street, Tesla held her Hermes tote close, pursing her lips in discontent. It was late, she was tired. What the hell did she need to go to the pier for? Was she to be forced to dirty her hands all over again? Was once not enough? Before Tesla could open her mouth to begin her tirade, out came Suri once again with two men behind her. Jarvis nodded at her in compliance, then ushering the girls into his car. When Navaeh went for passenger seat, Tesla gracefully cut to it first, smiling over her shoulder. "Sorry, I get car sick." It was a lie, but Tesla never played nice.

Within no time Jarvis put his car into park behind Suri, turning off the car and pocketing the keys before looking to the girls. "Stay in the car until I figure out what to do with you." he said gruffly, slamming the door behind him and leaving the girls on their own. Once Jarvis was out of view, Tesla looked back to the woman who seemed to be more affected by tonight's antics than herself. "I'm sure everything will work out fine." It was the best she could do, Tesla wasn't very good at comforting others.

From where she sat, she could see Suri talking to Cole, and a bloodied version of the girl Bliss from earlier. The vodka in her stomach made Tesla's stomach churn. It could have easily have been herself instead of the unfortunate Bliss who had been taken, except Tesla hadn't been stupid enough to flaunt herself around like a rare gem and not expect to be taken.

Without so much as a word to the girl behind her, Tesla left the car, clutching her tote like a safety net. She got about ten feet before turning back, nerves making her hands begin to shake. It was confusing, she felt brave one minute and as if she were having a panic attack the next. Her breathing became labored, and her eyes moist.

Tears, damnit tears!

The last time Tesla had cried was when Micah died, but here she was. Maybe the adrenaline had finally stopped rushing to her head, allowing her to feel the weight of the situation. It was overwhelming, the past few days had completely flipped her whole life upside down. Wiping away the tears that threatened to fall, Tesla leaned against the hood of Jarvis' car, breathing in the cool lake air and attempting to compose herself.