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Max Carson

"Heroes can be found in the most unlikely people."

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a character in “Age of Anarchy”, as played by xXxCryptic-AngelxXx

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β€œHeroes can be found in the most unlikely places. Perhaps we all have it within us to do great things, but may simply lack the circumstances or the reasons to be heroic.”





Introductions






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Full Name: Maxine Noelle Carson

Nickname: Max [Everyone],
Mockingbird [Hero Code name]
Banshee ["villain" Code name]

Age: 24

Gender: Female

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Faceclaim: Tay Jardine

Hex: #131949






On the Outside






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Appearance:

Max is about five foot six inches tall and weighs about one hundred and twenty-four pounds. She had dark, layered hair that often covers part of her face, but almost always covers her forehead. She has small brown eyes and usually wears eyeliner to frame them. She has a piercing in both ears as well as in her left nostril. Despite her punk style, she has a very friendly face to match the kind heart inside. When she's not trying to save lives, she attempts the whole cliche thing of wearing glasses to hide her identity, but in the end, she gives up and wears her contacts instead. When a civilian, she wears jeans, boots, and t-shirts.





On the Inside





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Personality:

Max is actually an incredibly friendly person, which can get her into all sorts of trouble. Especially in a town full of villains and villain supporters. She's very protective of the people in her city because she has lived there all her life. She's disappointed in how things have turned out for her friends--the heroes. It takes a bit for someone to be able to crack her open. Probably because she's trusted too many people with her life and too many people have thrown it back in her face. Lately, kindness has been met with hostility so she's taken on a more... harsh persona. The confidence she displays is twice what she actually feels. However, she still stands her ground just as much if not more so than before. She tends to pick fights with others to "assert dominance" so they don't think of her as a meal which gets her into just as much trouble as being friendly. She just can't win.

Hobbies:
  • Video Games,
  • Singing,
  • Photography
Skills:
  • Singing,
  • Photography,
  • Combat
  • A little bit of guitar. She's learning.
Habits:
  • Bites her lip when she's thinking
  • Picks at her fingers when she's nervous
Oddities:
  • She can emit a sonic blast by singing at specific frequencies.
  • Afraid of tight spaces

Likes/Loves:
βœ“ Boots βœ“ Blue and Black βœ“ Guitar βœ“ Sweets βœ“ Music βœ“ Parties βœ“ Singing βœ“ Alcohol βœ“ the night sky βœ“ combat βœ“ Her power βœ“ Fighting Crime βœ“ Helping Others βœ“ Animals βœ“ Butterflies βœ“ Heroes

Dislikes/Hates: βœ— Running βœ— Villains βœ— Small spaces βœ— Getting hit in the face βœ— Pink βœ— Mistakes βœ— Hurting innocents βœ— impossible situations βœ— hangovers βœ— Almonds






The Past






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Biography
History:

Max was probably always considered an "odd" kid growing up. She grew up in the foster care system which made things difficult growing up. Some homes were great. Her foster parents would let her join in whatever the other kids were doing like swimming, dance, and music lessons. Some homes...were not as good. She'd have to share a bed with multiple children and there wasn't always enough for everyone to eat. Or she'd be ignored altogether. Thankfully those homes didn't last long. Throughout her childhood, she had a love for science fiction and fantasy. Princesses, superheroes, and knights in shining armor. She adored those characters, and even more when they were badass females like Batgirl. She didn't have any heroes to save her so she had to learn to save herself. She would also stand up for her foster siblings which tended to get her in trouble. It was worth it even when she was punished because it meant one less child hurting.

When she was in middle school, she overheard a girl, one of the older classmen, picking on a girl from her class. She was small for her age and always wore her hair in pigtails which made her look younger than she was. The older kids always called her a "baby" and told her to "go back to kindergarten where you belong". This time, they were being especially mean. One girl had a pair of large "teacher" scissors, another was holding the girl--Hailey--back, and another was holding out one of the girl's pigtails. In one swift snip, the girl's golden hair tumbled to the ground and blew away in the wind leaving behind a sad stump tied together with a rubber band. There were tears streaming down the girl's cheeks, but she wasn't crying. Her eyes were wide with shock, but she wasn't fighting back. Angry, Max stormed over to the group. They responded by pushing Max and Hailey down and rubbing their faces in the dirt. Hailey took it. Max stood and pushed the girl back. Which prompted the others--the bully's friends--to push and pull on Max until the main girl told them to hold onto her arms. Then she took a swing and hit Max in the eye. She screamed in pain and the sound seemed to erupt out of her. The other kids were sent flying backward. One even had a bloody nose. Max pulled Hailey up from the ground and they ran to tell the teacher. The two remained friends for a few more years until she changed families and changed schools. They tried to keep in touch, but it turns out it wasn't meant to be.

When she reached adulthood, she realized how much crime was in her city, and took it upon herself to take them down. That is until the city turned on her and she went into hiding. There was one person she knew could probably help her win her city back, but she wasn't sure they would be willing, or if they were, what price she might have to pay. Once Max graduated High School, she started to work towards a career in medicine, but financial aid dried out and she didn't make the money to pay for school. Nor did she make the money to pay off any student loans she would've needed. The last thing she wanted was to be in debt her whole life. So instead, she found a bunch of different part time jobs. A late night waitress at the bar her mentor Dinah performs at, a clerk at a music store on 53rd and Main, and a receptionist at a clinic.


So begins...

Max Carson's Story

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xxx"Heroes can be found in the most unlikely places.
xxxPerhaps we all have it within us to do great things,
xxxbut may simply lack the circumstances
xxxor the reasons to be heroic."

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Patrons moved entered and exited the bar, moving around the cold girl staring at the neon sign. She had been there for at least ten minutes, debating on whether or not entering would be a good idea. She knew the person she was meeting with--the thief who calls himself Spectre--could help her. However, the bar was known to be a villain hot spot. Which is probably why Spectre chose it. Max, on the other hand, was a hero. She was out of uniform, but what if she was recognized? Or worse, what if this was a trap?

A drunk couple, a balding man who reeked of gin and a woman who was pretty under dressed given the cold weather, came stumbling out and knocked into Max's shoulder, knocking her off balance. "Hey, watch it, slut!" The man slurred as the woman on his arm giggled.

"Watch it yourself," Max muttered as they continued down the street towards the cheap motels. Turning her attention back to the bar, Max took a deep breath, shook out the tightness from her muscles, and pushed the doors open.

The bar was dimly lit and filled with some country song from the jukebox in the corner. The floor was sticky and the whole place smelled like beer and sawdust. Pool balls clacked, drunks guffawed as one man fell from his bar stool, and glasses clinked behind the bar as the bartender worked for his tips. He was mixing something that reminded her of grape koolaid and then lit it on fire. Second degree burns. Treatment: stop the burning, cover with gauze, transport to the hospital. She thought as she watched, remembering the medical training she started and never finished. Student loans were a bitch to pay off and she didn't want to be in debt her whole life. She figured it was a sign it wasn't meant to be. It didn't mean she didn't retain the information though.

She leaned against the wall, out of the way, and pulled out her phone. She scrolled through the conversation she had with Spectre. He said he would be to the right of the bar in a corner booth and dressed in black. She looked around the room and noticed--without much surprise--that most people in the bar were wearing black. Her own clothing was all black and her hood was even pulled up over her head. Which, being inside could be considered strange now that she was inside, but no one seemed to notice her. Finally, she spotted a figure in the far corner, obviously waiting for someone. There was no one else around them and the other booths in the corners were either empty or full of people.

So, she supposed, it was going to be that booth. She took another deep breath, shoved her hands into her pockets, and made her way over to the table. She walked slowly and with an air of confidence that said she had no where else to be and that she would take her own sweet time getting to where she was going. She slid into the cushioned seat and said, in a low voice, "Spectre, I presume."

A waiter approached for drink orders and she ordered without putting much thought into it. "A sweet tea for me." She said without much formality. No smile, no please, and no thank you. Her foster mother would've scolded her for being rude, but if there was anything she learned from life as a scorned hero it was that kindness got you nowhere in this city. Once the waiter left, she turned her attention back to the shadow sitting across from her. "Shall we?"

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xxx"and these secrets all that we've got so far,
xxxthe demons in the dark, lie again.
xxxplay pretend like it never ends
xxxthis way no one has to know"


Willow always preferred to be early to these meetings. If she was in position, it minimised the chances of her face being seen. Which was exactly what she wanted. Spectre worked in the shadows, and she wasn't going to have her face seen until a deal was struck. Having her appearance given away was too much of a risk. She was too easy to identify.

She hadn't come alone either. She never did these deals fully alone. She had plants all around the bar. She didn't tend to work with people that much, but villains stuck together, especially in times like this. With heroes going missing, villains had to be next. And, surprisingly, there was honour among thieves when it came to this. She had two people at the bar, one or two planted in the group next to her, three or four near the door, and even the bartender.

And yet, Willow was still on edge. Strength in numbers had done nothing for the heroes. She had no idea what she was walking into- or rather, what was walking into her. She watched the crowd wearily, her hood pulled low in her eyes, and slouched in the shadows as much as she could. Sure, this bar was a popular spot with villains, but that didn't mean everyone here was allied with her.

And then she spotted someone walking towards her. Confident, like they had all the time in the world. Or like they wanted to appear that way. Willow smirked. Intimidation wasn't going to work with her. The bigger you were, the harder you fell. Didn't just apply to security guards.

The girl who slid into her booth was pretty. Dark hair, dressed in a way that was similar to Willow herself. She didn't reply to the comment about her being Spectre, simply waited.
One of the waitresses came over to ask for their drinks. The woman asked for sweet tea. "Jack and Coke, please. Thanks, Kate." She said.

"So. Business. How can I help you?" Willow asked.

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xxx"Heroes can be found in the most unlikely places.
xxxPerhaps we all have it within us to do great things,
xxxbut may simply lack the circumstances
xxxor the reasons to be heroic."

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Max kicked her feet up on the seat beside her and placed her hands behind her head in a position of absolute relaxation. It was a good front to hide the shaking in her fingers. The waitress came back with her sweet tea and she nodded her thanks, still feeling the need to be polite and to please even in an environment that could be hostile to people like her. Although, she had to remember, She wasn't a hero here. She wasn't Mockingbird here. She was Banshee. An alias she had to use to preserve her life.

Max flexed one of her hands behind her head, an attempt to tighten her muscles and stop the shaking, before reaching forward for the glass of sweet tea and pulled it up to her lips. It was perfectly sweetened. Not too much or too little. It almost reminded her of living in Georgia as a kid in one of the foster homes. It was further from where she was born than any other home, but it was a nicer home. Sweet tea was always flowing, even in the summer. She let herself escape for a moment. Just a moment to that time before she came back and faced the shadow before her. She was surprised to hear the voice that came from Spectre was higher than she expected. Like a woman and not a man. She decided not to comment on it.

"Like I said in my message. I need your help." She said, lowering her voice again, "I would like you to aid in my efforts to find and stop the person killing off the heroes. Now, I know you have no love for heroes--at least I believe that to be the case based on my research efforts--but there are so few left and I--they--can't stop whoever it is on their own. They need someone on the other side. Someone who knows the workings of villains. Who may have a clue as to who is doing this and how to stop them." She allowed herself to break the confident persona for only a moment and said, "I need your help."

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xxx"and these secrets all that we've got so far,
xxxthe demons in the dark, lie again.
xxxplay pretend like it never ends
xxxthis way no one has to know"


Willow just took a mouthful of her drink as the woman started speaking. She was clearly trying to appear confident, but Willow had her doubts as to how confident she was actually feeling. She had to resist the temptation to just start laughing as the woman said she wanted Willow's help in finding the heroes. And then implied she'd done her research on Spectre. But she let her talk. She didn't miss the slip when the woman said I instead of they. And once she finished, Willow sat back in her seat and simply looked at her client for a moment.

"What kind of villain are you?" She mused. "Most of us are perfectly happy to see the heroes gone. God knows the cops in this city don't stand a chance of stopping us. And hiding for us is easy. I can just... stop. Take a break from robbing banks. Leave the museums in peace. I don't feel the need to go swooping in every time a cat is stuck up a tree or something. Nobody knows anything about Spectre." These comments were deliberate. She was questioning this woman's true alliances.

"And sure. I could help. But what's in it for me? Should I really put myself in harm's way for people who have only ever tried to put me away? There's much easier ways to get money, dear. And besides, as a villain I would have thought you would have known just as well as I do that we have no clue who's doing this." Perhaps her gut was wrong, perhaps this woman was a bit of a lone wolf. But Willow didn't even know of any other "lone wolves" who cared that much for the heroes. She sipped on her drink, watching the woman across from her all the while. "So come on. Persuade me. Tell me why I should care about those heroes. Those heroes who we all know who claim to be good, honourable, trustworthy people, and who then let people die because they didn't take a goddamn minute to consider the situation. Who run away the moment things get intense. And remember, darling, I rob banks for a living.
Telling me that it's the right thing to do won't work."

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xxx"and these secrets all that we've got so far,
xxxthe demons in the dark, lie again.
xxxplay pretend like it never ends
xxxthis way no one has to know"


Willow just took a mouthful of her drink as the woman started speaking. She was clearly trying to appear confident, but Willow had her doubts as to how confident she was actually feeling. She had to resist the temptation to just start laughing as the woman said she wanted Willow's help in finding the heroes. And then implied she'd done her research on Spectre. But she let her talk. She didn't miss the slip when the woman said I instead of they. And once she finished, Willow sat back in her seat and simply looked at her client for a moment.

"What kind of villain are you?" She mused. "Most of us are perfectly happy to see the heroes gone. God knows the cops in this city don't stand a chance of stopping us. And hiding for us is easy. I can just... stop. Take a break from robbing banks. Leave the museums in peace. I don't feel the need to go swooping in every time a cat is stuck up a tree or something. Nobody knows anything about Spectre." These comments were deliberate. She was questioning this woman's true alliances.

"And sure. I could help. But what's in it for me? Should I really put myself in harm's way for people who have only ever tried to put me away? There's much easier ways to get money, dear. And besides, as a villain I would have thought you would have known just as well as I do that we have no clue who's doing this." Perhaps her gut was wrong, perhaps this woman was a bit of a lone wolf. But Willow didn't even know of any other "lone wolves" who cared that much for the heroes. She sipped on her drink, watching the woman across from her all the while. "So come on. Persuade me. Tell me why I should care about those heroes. Those heroes who we all know who claim to be good, honourable, trustworthy people, and who then let people die because they didn't take a goddamn minute to consider the situation. Who run away the moment things get intense. And remember, darling, I rob banks for a living.
Telling me that it's the right thing to do won't work."

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xxx"Heroes can be found in the most unlikely places.
xxxPerhaps we all have it within us to do great things,
xxxbut may simply lack the circumstances
xxxor the reasons to be heroic."

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Max listened to Spectre talk, her hands now wrapped around her glass of sweet tea. The condensation was turning her palms numb, but it didn't bother her much. It was obvious Spectre didn't think of her as a real villain. Or at least a villain who wasn't much of a threat. When Spectre talked of just stopping her robbing in order to disappear she snorted. Yeah, because that worked so well for the off duty heroes. She thought, but said nothing. That's not what Spectre wanted to hear anyway. Max had already known that the villain wasn't a fan of heroes and that saying something about morals wouldn't work on her. So instead, she tried a few different approaches.

The first, "Who cares if its the right thing. Its necessary. Like the Chinese philosophy of the Yin and Yang. Two sides that are complete opposites but also compliment each other. Each needs the other to be. There can't be a city of villains or a city of heroes. It just doesn't work that way. Trust me, I've played the video games. It doesn't work out. The balance is tipping and when it falls, there will be nothing left of this city. Or this world really. I know that sounds dramatic, but think of it this way. Land and sea are different. Opposites one could say. If there's too much land, there would be no ocean. If there was too much ocean there would be no land. Too many heroes this city dries up. Too many villains, this city will drown."

She took a sip of her tea and allowed her words to sink in before she continued on with her next approach. "What would you even want in exchange? You said it yourself, there are easier ways to get money, so what would be enough for the world's greatest thief? I know you do your research on places before you steal from them. You make sure you know every nook and cranny before you even set a toe in a place. You're a problem solver. This is the city's greatest problem. The city's greatest puzzle. And for Spectre to crack it? The impossible puzzle of the Hero Killer? I'm sure you'll get plenty of money from the win. Whatever the killer has plus whatever the heroes are willing to give as thanks? People can be generous when their lives are saved."

Near the end of Spectre's questions, she started ranting about how heroes let people die and run away the moment things got rough in the field and Max blinked in confusion. When had that ever happened? She had known heroes to put their lives on the line. Who had gotten seriously injured in their attempt to save someone. What had happened to Spectre to make her hate heroes so much. If Max didn't know any better, she'd think Spectre was a hero once and shit hit the fan. Max tilted her head to the side ever so slightly, a dark lock of hair falling into her face. She brushed it away with surprisingly steady finger tips and said, "Who hurt you, Spectre?" She could only hope the thief understood what she meant. What had happened to make her believe that heroes would do that. Especially to the people in this city. What happened to make her Spectre?

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xxx"and these secrets all that we've got so far,
xxxthe demons in the dark, lie again.
xxxplay pretend like it never ends
xxxthis way no one has to know"


The idea of balance was... interesting. But then again, most of the villains had no real love for the city. She honestly wouldn't care if the city burned to the ground. She'd wanted to leave altogether, but when a PhD position had come up with terms that was too good to turn down... Plus, it was fun to torment the heroes who had let her down so many times.

The woman's next suggestion, however, did catch Willow's attention. A puzzle. The greatest puzzle of all. And the idea of the heroes having to suck up the the villain who had saved them... She sipped her drink again, thinking all the while. The logical part of her brain told her to just walk away, that it was going to be a stupidly hard job and an incredibly dangerous one. And yet there was a part of her brain that that actually appealed to.

And then the woman had the audacity to ask her who hurt her. "That's completely irrelevant." She snapped, then took a deep breath and another sip of her drink. "I'll do it. But if this gets too dangerous, you're on your own. And this doesn't come cheap either. I want half up front, half when the job is done." And once again, Spectre was all business. She produced a piece of paper and a pen from her backpack and started working out her fee. She liked having some kind of logic to it so clients couldn't question it. As she wrote, she spoke. "Usually I like to work in cash, but a bank transfer is also suitable. I won't do any research, any work, anything until the first payment or payments have gone through. I understand that banks can be weird about transferring large amounts of money, so you can make the first payment in a number of payments over a period of time." Her bank account was a numbered, nameless account based in Switzerland, with a bank that she paid to look the other way with regards to the large amounts of money mysteriously being transferred to her account.

Then she finished her calculations, underlined the final figure, and slid it across the table. "One million dollars. Take it or leave it."

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xxx"Heroes can be found in the most unlikely places.
xxxPerhaps we all have it within us to do great things,
xxxbut may simply lack the circumstances
xxxor the reasons to be heroic."

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Max found herself smiling a little as Spectre contemplated her words. Somewhere she had begun to make headway with the villain. Unfortunately, her big mouth was getting her into trouble again as her recent words seemed to have struck a nerve with Spectre. Her tone hardened and she practically snapped at Max. Max flinched inwardly, not allowing herself to show how Spectre's words affected her. Oops. Wrong turn... She thought and just shrugged. It didn't matter what she said about it. It wasn't going to take back what she had said. It wasn't going to change Spectre's mind about heroes.

But to Max's surprise, Spectre actually agreed to help. She absently sipped at her tea while Spectre worked through her process. As she went, she explained to Max the different things that she needed her to agree to in order for her to help. It all seemed reasonable, but what Max was really concerned about was the fee. She secretly hoped that Spectre would've asked for something other than money since there were easier ways to get it than this. Spectre said it herself. However, I guess a desperate hero was exactly was Max had used to try to convince. "Would you like a shovel to dig the hole deeper, Max?"

And when Spectre finally revealed the amount she was asking for, her heart dropped into her stomach, down her leg, and broke on the floor at her feet. She didn't even have a quarter of the money and even if she worked everyday the rest of the year and sold everything in her apartment, she wouldn't be able to afford it. She barely made a fraction of that in a year. Well... technically she made at least a quarter of that a year, but Spectre was requesting half of this up front. Max hung her head and sighed. Her tea was empty now, the glass filled with ice that tinked together as Max stirred them with her straw. "Look. I'm sorry I asked about your past. Obviously that was stupid of me." She started. "But I can't pay that. I make maybe a quarter of that in a year. Even if I sold everything I owned, I couldn't even pay half." Her mind raced for another way. "There's nothing else I can offer you?" She asked, sounding more desperate than she meant to, but with no other options, she had to try.

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xxx"and these secrets all that we've got so far,
xxxthe demons in the dark, lie again.
xxxplay pretend like it never ends
xxxthis way no one has to know"


Willow knew as soon as she saw the woman's reaction that the amount was too much. She even said as much, apologising for asking about her past. Part of Willow felt bad for asking that much. And so she slid the paper back closer to her and revised her figures. But she wasn't going to give this woman a discount just because she had said sorry and couldn't pay the fee. And even being a bit more economical with her figures, it wasn't going to work.

"Sorry, honey. You can't pay, I don't do the job." She said simply, shrugging. Sure, she could probably find something for her to do. Maybe rope her into a job or something. But she wasn't willing to risk being slowed down like that. Willow knew nothing about her. It wasn't worth it. "Good luck finding someone else to help you." It sounded perhaps a little more genuine than she'd intended. And keeping her hood pulled low over her face, she slid out of the booth and left, her heels clicking the ground as she left.

She was acutely aware that she was being followed as she left. Perhaps the woman was going to try something when they got outside. She smirked. That would be interesting. But instead, when she turned to face her pursuers, she found two big, burly guys. She rolled her eyes. "Get lost." She ordered, staring both of them in the face. Most guys tended to back down after that. But not these goons. Instead, they smirked. Willow rolled her eyes, rolled up her sleeves, and aimed a punch at one of their faces. They caught her fist easily and pulled her towards them. She didn't resist, instead went with her momentum, slamming into the guy. It worked, and he stumbled back a little. Her hands crackled with electricity as she shoved him away. She whirled around, looking for the other- moments before he sunk a needle into her neck. She buried her elbow into his stomach, which felt like it was made of stone. But he still stumbled back. She went to shock him- and found that the sparks fizzled out almost
immediately. She looked up at him and the stupid grin on his face. "Oh, now you've just pissed me off," She said.

She was more outnumbered than she liked, and her head was a little fuzzy, but that wasn't going to stop her. She was going to fight for as long and as hard as she could.

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xxxbut may simply lack the circumstances
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Max took another sip from her tea, forgetting that it was empty and got a mouthful of watered down sugar. She made a face and pushed the glass away from her. She liked sweets but there's just something about the taste of the stuff that sent a shiver down her spine. Gross.

She watched as Spectre looked over her numbers, mind doing calculations. But when the numbers remained unchanged, Max knew it was over. She cursed inwardly. She didn't regret trying. But she did regret not getting student loans and finishing school sooner. Granted, she didn't have much of a choice considering she would still technically be in school. She was smart, but she wasn't a prodigy. She was no genius. She would finish at the usual time and no sooner. So in the end it didn't matter. But she could wish.

Max didn't say anything as Spectre rose from the table, making sure her dark hood still covered her head and hid her face, and left the bar. Max didn't say anything long after the woman had left. The only time she spoke was when the waitress came over and asked if she wanted a refill or something to eat. She shook her head and asked for the check. The waitress made a confused face and started to walk away, but Max stopped her and said, "I'm assuming that woman is a regular here. If she has a tab could you please allow me to pay for the drink? I mean if she hasn't paid already."

After she had settled her tab, she rose from the booth and exited the bar. It was cooler out now than it had been before and she was thankful for her black jacket. Max thought about just walking around the rest of the night but she had an early shift at the clinic in the morning and, while she wasn't in the mood to sleep, worried she'd see the faces of her fellow heroes she knew to be dead or missing, she needed it. You can't be sleep deprived and have people's lives depend on you. At least, not when it came to medicine. While it was mostly clerical work, making a mistake on paperwork could still endanger someone.

She turned turned and began to walk down the road that would eventually lead to home. It was a fairly quiet night. There weren't that many car horns or alarms ringing through the night. Although it was still technically early for the night life. Then when she rounded a corner, she heard the sound of a fight. Her first instinct was to help, but she knew better. She kept walking until she heard a familiar voice, "Oh, now you've really pissed me off." Max paused and turned back. Spectre?

She started walking back towards the bar and stopped, peering around the side of a building and further down another side road. There was a woman clad in all black, fighting off two guys. If it was Spectre she was really handing it to them. Well, at first. Then it became clear that something was definitely wrong. She was swaying and even from where Max stood, she could tell the girl was fighting to stay focused. Max bit her lip, pulled up her hood once more, and took off down the road. She was small, but she used her momentum to knock into the nearest guy. Since he wasn't expecting her attack, he fell to the ground and landed in a puddle of garbage juice. Gross.

The other guy, aware of her presence, looked her up and down. He couldn't see her face, but of course, that didn't matter. Her clothes were tight enough to hug her curves and from the look on his face, he liked what he saw. "Oh don't worry, Honey. You're next." Max backed up, pretending to look afraid. What she was really doing was planning her next move. She knew if she tried to use her ability, she could hurt Spectre as well as help her and she didn't think making the girl go deaf was anyway to treat the woman. Even if she did refuse to help. So, she had to get her away from him. Her best idea was to kick him out of the way.

She planted her feet and ran at the guy, head down like a bull charging a matador. Thankfully, the man was a chicken and moved out of the way, but not before Max turned and kicked him square in the back. Because of her momentum, there wasn't much force behind the kick, but it was enough to knock him sideways and away from Spectre. "Are you okay?" She asked as she crouched beside her.

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Fuck, whatever the hell they'd gotten into her was fast-acting. She could feel herself starting to stagger a little. Her fighting was turning dirty and scrappy, which she didn't like. But still, she'd managed to draw blood by raking her nails across his face as he grabbed her. It didn't stop him, though, and he just lifted her clean off of her feet, his arms around her, pinning her own hands to her chest. And then she heard the unmistakable sound of the other goon hitting the floor. The one holding her dropped her, and she hit the ground, feeling her ankle twist as she did so. She stayed down on her knees, trying to just.. catch her breath and get her fighting spirit back. It seemed like... somebody else was dealing with them. She wasn't going to argue with it. And then a familiar voice asked her if she was okay. Her head jerked up, and her hood fell back. She stumbled to her feet, unsteady thanks to her heels and whatever they'd gotten into her.

"Did... did you have something to do with this?" She accused, pointing at the two men who were now on the ground. She took a couple of wobbling steps back. "Trying to get me to change my mind by helping me?" She continued. "Or just hoping you could catch a glimpse of my face?" She jerked her hood back up, even if it was too late. She wanted to take off her shoes, but she sure as hell wasn't going to on this dirty ground, where there was probably broken glass and all sorts. Her anger was making her mind and body a little sharper, and she actually felt somewhat steady on her feet. For now. Maybe that was just because she was stationary.

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Max wasn't too worried about the goons on the ground. For now. Instead, she was looking over Spectre. She was trying to figure out what was causing the disorientation. She didn't see any bleeding so maybe she wasn't bleeding out. Maybe the bleeding was internal? She came in too late to the fight to be sure, but knowing Spectre's reputation, she doubted she let them get that close. Or at least, deal enough damage to cause internal bleeding. Maybe she hit her head? She didn't see any blood their either...

She was so busy going through her assessment that she hadn't realized Spectre was looking at her. Looking at her, and visible. Max stared. Spectre wasn't just a woman, she was a young woman. Probably no older than Max herself. She had dark eyes and brown hair shaved on both sides. The hair might've looked odd on someone else but not on her. It fit her somehow. It brought out the angles of her face. Her face which was wiping off the surprise and forming into an expression of anger and suspicion.

Max was taken aback as Spectre suddenly rose, accusing her of being a part of the attack. Max could tell she was favoring one leg over the other. Maybe she was really hurt. Max put her hands up in a gesture of surrender signalling she meant no harm. "No, I swear. I was heading back to my apartment. Its down the street a ways over by the old shopping district." She pointed with one finger in the direction of her apartment but kept her hands where Spectre could see them. "Look, it sucks that you wo-can't help me, but I wouldn't do something like this. I do things fair and square." She felt a hand on her ankle and jumped, looking down. One of the goons has his fat hand around her ankle. She used her good foot to kick him square in the face, blood spurting out from his broken nose.

Broken nose. Treatment: hot pack to the nasal bone and lean forward. Swallowing blood can cause vomiting. She thought automatically. Good. He deserves it. She looked back up at Spectre who seemed a little steadier now. Her hood was once again pulled up and she was standing her ground against Max. "I swear it."

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xxxplay pretend like it never ends
xxxthis way no one has to know"


Willow just stared at the woman as she put her hands up. She... seemed genuine, but she was still hesitant to immediately trust her. So she simply watched, analysing the body language as the woman spoke and explained herself. She... she really did seem to be genuine. Her stamping on the grunt's face just confirmed it. It was an unnecessarily brutal act that made her smile.

"Alright. Okay. I might just believe you. But we're sticking together, you hear me? You're stuck with me. They stuck some shit in me," she said, pointing at her neck. "And I'm not being alone like this." She wasn't going to admit that the thought of that terrified her. She needed to keep up her threatening appearance. But she knew that she might need more than just a threat.

"You help me? I'll take another, longer look at those figures. Might be able to drop it by two, three hundred grand. And I'll need your support on one or two other jobs. We can work something out." She was fair. Harsh, but fair. And when she didn't know what the hell was in her system, she didn't want to be alone. She wasn't going to admit any of it.

"So can we just go already? I need to get these bloody shoes off." She said, folding her arms and pulling her jacket around her.

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xxxbut may simply lack the circumstances
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Max blinked at Spectre a moment, unsure she heard her correctly. If she was going to help her? Of course she was going to help her. Even if she wasn't going to drop the price or anything like that, she would still help. A hero wouldn't walk away from something like this. Hell, a fellow female wouldn't walk away from something like this. Not unless they were pansies. She stared, probably longer than necessary, but when Spectre urged her forward, she started. "Oh! Right yeah... my apartment is this way." She moved to Spectre's side, ready to help her if she needed, and lead her on down the street.

As they walked Max was thinking. Spectre said that she could drop the price and even allow Max to help on jobs in order to pay for her help in finding who was killing off the heroes. Her surprise slipped easily into suspicion. Sure, she agreed to help, but what if she changed her mind? Max tried not to think that way. If she started suspecting everyone who helped her she would go nuts. It was better if she didn't dwell on the thought. No need to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Max noticed Willow was having a bit of trouble as she walked. "I can do something for your foot when we get there too." She tried not to hover too close to Spectre, knowing it would probably annoy the girl because it made her look weak, but Max wasn't going to take any chances. If she fell, Max was going to catch her. She wasn't sure what was in Spectre's system, but she knew it probably wasn't anything good. "We're almost there," She said, pointing to a light blue building about 100 yards away.

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xxxplay pretend like it never ends
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Willow kept her jacket pulled tight around her as she walked. She was well used to walking in heels, so her balance wasn't compromised that badly, and she'd often had to work through a lot worse injuries. It was just whatever the hell they'd shot into her. Her head felt like it was stuffed with cotton wool, and she kept having dizzy spells. Except for the pure stubbornness that was powering her, she probably would have passed out by that point. But she wasn't going to let herself do that until she knew she was safe.

"It's just a twisted ankle. All it needs is a bit of ice and rest, it'll be fine in the morning. I've patched myself up from a lot more," she remarked, shrugging a little. And had some ugly scars from it too, where a security guard had come a little too close to catching her and had actually managed to get a shot off. He'd missed, but it had hit her side. Getting out of that job cleanly had been an issue. But she'd managed. And yeah, she probably shouldn't have stitched herself up, but she had a friend who had told her that nothing major had been hit, so she was fine. He'd done the last few stitches where she couldn't reach. They were considerably neater than hers.

"All things considered, this could have been a lot worse. Guess I just got lucky that you left at the right time," she remarked, looking over at Max with a shrug. It was the closest to an apology she was willing to give at the time.

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xxxbut may simply lack the circumstances
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Max walked beside Spectre and nodded. She was exactly right on her treatment, though Max wasn't sure she wanted to know just how good Spectre was at taking care of her wounds. If she was as good as Max thought, it meant she had been in a lot of danger in the past. Probably from heroes if Max had to guess and she wasn't fond of the idea. Heroes... heroes were good. They saved people. There are some real devious people in this world, sure. But from Max could tell, Spectre was... different than the villains she had fought in the past. Some had been borderline nuts. Some were just... in need and she even tried to return to help, but when heroes started being chased away, she stopped.

"Yeah, that's good." She said when Spectre explained the treatment for her wound. "Exactly right..." she muttered a little bummed she couldn't use her medical skills. It's what she's wanted to do after all. Be a doctor. Granted patching up a hurt ankle and slicing them open with a scalpel was not the same thing.

"Yeah. I guess it is lucky..." She paused in front of a blue building and looked up. "Here we are. Home sweet home." She looked sideways at Spectre and asked, "There are... a number of stairs to the third floor where I live. And the elevator has been busted for weeks... You going to be okay climbing up?" She thought about offering to carry the woman, but she knew how insulting that would be. However, if it became necessary, Max would do it.

She pulled the dark blue painted key from her pocket, stuck it into the door and turned the knob. The door swung open with a squeak and Max walked inside and over to the stairwell door where she stopped and waited for Spectre. "When we get up the stairs its just the third door on the right."

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Internally, Willow winced at the thought of having to go up all those stairs on her ankle. Even if it was only twisted, it still didn't exactly sound pleasant, and she hated being in more pain than she had to be. But she followed the woman inside, stopping only to remove her heels. She looked at the woman. "I'm guessing I'm not at risk of broken glass or anything, right?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

"You're not going to leave me behind or anything, right?" She retorted as the woman told her what door it was, with a half-smirk. Her ankle felt a little better out of the heels, so she figured she'd probably survive the stairs without having to resort to hopping or anything like that. It was just a matter of taking it slow.

With her shoes still in her hands, she followed the woman up the stairs, trying to minimise the amount of weight she was putting on her ankle. It didn't stop her from occasionally having to stop and swear under her breath, but Willow was a great believer in the science of swearing. It had been proven that it was going to help with pain. In all honesty, it was for the other woman's sake that she wasn't swearing outright with every single step. She didn't think her neighbours would appreciate her bringing home a woman who was swearing so much she would shock even some sailors.

"You haven't thought of threatening your maintenance man to get the elevator sorted?" She said as they finally reached the stop of the stairs and she took a moment to catch her breath. "Threats can be surprisingly effective if you do them right."

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Max shook her head. "No. No broken glass here." She replied. "It may not look like much, but its actually a pretty nice place. The owner keeps it in the best shape she possibly can. Well... except for the elevator of course." She followed behind Spectre as the girl climbed the stairs. She wanted to be behind her in case the drug finally took her down, or her leg gave out from under her. Walking on a wounded ankle wasn't easy on the body and eventually it could give in. Max only hoped it wouldn't be on the stairs. "I won't leave you behind. I just wanted to make sure you knew where to go so you weren't standing still. I think the movement is what's keeping you going. The moment you stop, your body might shut down on you."

Max tried not to laugh at the woman's swearing. It was quite colorful language and might very well make a seasoned sailor blush. Max swore from time to time and never like that. And with how Spectre looked? It almost reminded her of a wet, angry kitten. The image caused her to loose control, and a laugh escaped her throat, but she didn't say anything else. She just kept climbing. Until Spectre mentioned threats.

"I haven't threatened the man. If I did, I might loose power for a month or my water might turn brown. Maintenance men are no joke." She paused. "However, I have heard the landlady yelling and probably swearing at someone over the phone in Korean so I'm sure he'll be buy any day now." Once they made it to the top, Max grabbed the door for Spectre and allowed her to go through before making her way towards her door three doors down. She pulled her keys from her pocket, plucked the light blue one up from the ring, and unlocked the front door. It swung open silently and Max allowed Spectre inside first. "And in case you're worried about it. No, there's no ambush inside. The only person with a key is me. And the landlady. And the maintenance man. But I highly doubt they're hiding in my apartment to ambush young...women." She caught herself just short of saying villain and switched it. Making the word sound German* instead.


[[*like "Vomen" instead of "Women"]]

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Willow just smirked as the woman mentioned not wanting to annoy the maintenance man. She was fortunate to live in a building where things got fixed before you even had a chance to report them. She didn't know for sure, but she had her suspicions her landlord was a fellow villain. But she also wasn't going to ask too many questions, because either way, she didn't want to annoy him.

She hobbled along to the door, stopping briefly for the woman to open it. She was starting to think that the woman's theory about her keeping moving, because as soon as she stopped the pain started to get worse. Again, nothing she couldn't handle, but as far as inconveniences went, it was a frustrating one. Especially because she had to work the following morning. She was pretty free to choose her own hours, especially because she had a tendency of clocking up a considerable amount of overtime, so it didn't matter what time she was in. Once she showed up at some point, nobody would bat an eyelid.

She hesitated as the woman opened the door and held it open for her to go in first. As if she'd read Spectre's mind, she assured her that there was nobody inside. She frowned at the strange pronunciation of women. "Is the maintenance man German?" She asked as she brushed past the woman into the apartment and headed straight for the nearest seat she saw. It felt good to get the weight off her feet, and she dropped her shoes beside her.

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Max followed Spectre into her apartment and locked the door behind her as she did whenever she returned home. Lord knows she's forget to close it if she didn't do it as soon as she got back. She removed her boots and jackets and placed them on the racks where they were stored. She picked up Spectre's heels from where she had discarded them and did the same. The jacket, she let the woman keep. It could be pretty chilly in the apartment sometimes.

From the front door, she moved towards the kitchen and answered Spectre's question. "No, he's not German. I did that because I didn't want to announce I have a villain in my apartment." She opened the cabinet with the glasses and pulled out two before moving to the refrigerator to fill them with ice and water. "Villains may run the city, but that doesn't mean that they're loved everywhere. The last thing is someone attempting to break into my house tonight just because you're here."

She walked over to the couch and placed the glasses on the table. One for Spectre and one for Max. But before Max could sit down and enjoy the glass, she went back to the kitchen, grabbed a plastic bag, and filled that with ice. Then she went to her front closet and pulled out her first aid kit to retrieve an ace bandage. Then she finally made her way back to Spectre and sat on the floor in front of her, reaching for her foot. "Here, Spectre. Let me see. I can patch it up." She wasn't going to touch the woman if she wasn't going to allow it though. If she wanted to do it, she could be Max's guest. But Max wasn't willing to sit still until it was taken care of.

Her need to assess coursed through her the way her training had drilled into her. She wanted to check the woman's pupils to see what affect the drug was having on her system. She wanted to be sure nothing else was more seriously hurt. Etc. However, she knew that it would probably freak Spectre out too much.

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