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ambitious x|x aloof x|x capable x|x arrogant

As it turns out, not even a gunshot to the head can keep Sofia Falcone down. Following her near-miraculous recovery from her coma, Sofia bounced back with a vengeance, determined to regain her influence. She fought her way to the top of Gotham's criminal underworld, then entered a strategic marriage with Rocco Gigante to merge their families together. Raoul was born shortly after, Sofia's little prince.

If Sofia had ever loved anyone in this world wholeheartedly, it was Raoul. She spared no expense raising him, making sure that she acquired everything he could want or need. Every man on the Falcone payroll was well aware of how prized Sofia's son was, and any attempts to harm him were terminated with extreme prejudice. In return, Raoul dedicated himself to learning his mother's ways, determined that he would grow up to work by her side and eventually take over.

Not all the men in Sofia's life were as loyal as Raoul. Rocco, bitter at having to work under Sofia instead of with her, had been doing his level best to undermine her, trying to amass his own followers as discreetly as he could. With Sofia's vigilance, it was hard for him to gain any real power of his own, and his machinations were eventually discovered. Husband or not, Sofia couldn't let this betrayal slide, but she didn't have to, as Raoul stepped in and put a bullet between Rocco's eyes himself, as punishment for fucking with Sofia and to send a message to everyone else. The incident was proof that Raoul was truly becoming his mother's son—they had that in common, each being responsible for their own fathers' deaths.

It was no surprise, then, that Raoul turned out to be as ruthless as his mother. Cold and capable, he stepped up to the batting plate, the Falcone influence growing under his leadership, earning himself the nickname Byzantine in honour of his grandfather's legacy. By now, though he still defers to Sofia's opinion, she's all but given her blessing for him to take his rightful place at the head of their organisation. Constantly surrounded by men personally chosen to ensure his safety, Raoul sweeps through Gotham a fount of power, aware of his own influence and power while remaining wary of any heroes that may attempt to subdue him.

Talk spreads in Gotham quickly, and with the issue of heroes disappearing, he found that he couldn't remain happy about it for long. Certainly it meant that there were less enemies to look out for, but disappearing into nowhere was concerning, hero or not. When the Academy sent out its summons, men with their ears to the ground caught wind of it and brought the news to Raoul. So he's decided to turn up at the Academy too, to see for himself.

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So begins...

Raoul Falcone Gigante's Story

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#2022-05-28 09:32:27, as written by barnes

R A O U L x F A L C O N E x G I G A N T E

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While the whole situation in the lobby was going on, two identical cars were approaching the compound, pulling to a stop in the driveway. The driver of the second car leaped out, hurrying to open the back door for his passenger.

A slim, well-dressed man stepped out, surveying the Academy with a slightly disdainful smirk. As he did, another man emerged from the first car, dressed in the same nondescript suit as the first mook. His attention was focused on the surrounding land, noting its silence and emptiness. Aside from the three of them (and of course everyone else inside the tower) there wasn't another soul around. They began approaching the front doors, the man who had been sitting in the back of the second car leading the trio.

This was, of course, Raoul Falcone, of the Falcones operating out of Gotham City. Usually leaving his home grounds warranted greater security detail, but as he technically wasn't at the Academy on business he had opted to arrive in the company of only two of his trusted underlings. Still, Raoul wasn't so stupid as to be completely unarmed; he had, at present, no less than two guns and three knives on his body, and the same went for his bodyguards.

The front doors slid open, and Raoul sauntered in, removing his sunglasses and tucking them away. "Well," he started, "seems you've got quite the party going on here. Sorry I'm late, but I heard about it through my network, and I had to come see for myself."

He looked around at the people gathered, noting each one. Some of them were familiar faces—the Grayson boy in particular, whose easy smile had dropped, starting forward with a furious expression. Raoul held a hand up, still smiling slightly, stopping Grayson in his tracks, although he still looked murderous, fists clenched by his sides.

"You might want to hear me out," he went on. "Some of you may know me already, but allow me to introduce myself. My name is Raoul Falcone, and these gentlemen with me are McCann and Fisher. I'm aware that you're gathered to investigate the recent, uh... disappearances. Now, normally this kind of event would warrant some celebration on my part, if you know what I do for a living." He winked at Theo. "But the truth is, they have me concerned, because people don't just vanish like that. Especially not heroes. Either they die with a bang and a flash, shaky phone recordings of the event plastered across the Times Square for a week, or they retire and pass the job on to people like you guys. But disappearing quietly? That never happens. And who's to say whoever did it won't be coming after men like me? The enemy of my enemy is my friend, right?"

Raoul shrugged, his tone growing serious. "What I have to offer is weapons, and men. I've got ears in more cities than just Gotham, and I'm at the head of a very extensive information network, which actually led me to you, if you're curious about how I knew to come here. In return, you'll allow me a place in your squad, and I'll tag along for the ride, because I want to know what the hell is going on. And at the end of it... who knows? We might be friends. In fact, to show I mean business, I'm putting myself at your mercy." He dismissed his men with a wave, and without hesitation, they turned and left the building, sliding back into the cars waiting out front. The cars did not leave, but remained sitting in the driveway, leaving Raoul standing alone in front of the group. He tilted his head in Phil and Alfred's direction. "Well, what do you say?"

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#2022-06-01 08:28:28, as written by mombie

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#808080 || Outfit || ronin

It was discerning to sit here and get chewed out by an old man that probably hasn’t seen much in his life. He didn’t know a damn thing about Phil, but there didn’t seem to be anything special about him. However, as one does when an assassin, his features express nothing that could give away his thoughts.

It was only natural to pick on Myla and Kane. She had gotten hurt twice, and all of those times Kane was there for her. He wanted to be. In his mind, he didn’t think there was anything wrong with that. His gaze drifted toward Zehara for a second, and they might have exchanged one of those both-raised-eyebrows expressions. Had he not thought his comrade a woman capable of handling herself, he’d have stayed with her. By the time Myla had been shot, most of the people here were in one place anyway. Zehara was a big girl, and if she needed him, she would have said so. It didn’t seem like she’d be one to hold anything back. "I’d do it again. For anyone." Of course he would. He’s a sketchy-looking man most of the time, but part of the reason he was here is that every assassin eventually starts turning into a bleeding heart. It was his time, and he has a lot of “good people” stuff to do in his lifetime.

But he looked down at Myla as she sat in front of him. The side of one of his feet gave her hip a gentle tap. It wasn’t much of a gesture, but it was all that he could do to make her feel about him being openly attacked about rushing to her aid. It didn’t matter to him.

He had listened to Aria's little tirade, and Kane was surprised she didn't get all white-eyed and crazy. The poor girl looked young. Younger than the rest of them. She seemed more temperamental, which was good in this case. She could speak her mind freely while all of the "millennials" sit there and take everything in silence. He watched her storm off and into the lift, and he chuckled softly to himself. Someone had to say it.

He uncrossed his arms, scratched the back of his neck lightly, and leaned forward closer toward Myla. His elbows dug into his knees and his palms cupped his chin. Honestly, it seemed like the day was still early. He still felt tired. Also, there was that sad case that was Myla's room. It needed more than cleaning. It needed to be doused in sage and released from whatever demon possessed the space and tosses her clothes and stuff around. There was no way that someone like her could do that without the risk of falling over everything.

Just before anyone could get out any more smart remarks, Theo interjected. Kane nodded lightly and nudged Myla with his foot, "Want to watch me try on an outfit?" It was a light joke at her blindness, but it was probably dry enough to come off wrong. Not that he'd purposely pick on her with malice. "Maybe hit up Victoria's Secret on the way." The nis stoic visage melted into a soft bout of laughter. Until...

... someone just burst in. Falcone. That name was one of the most infamous names in the whole city of Gotham. You didn't need to be a gangster, villain, or hero to notice him. "Well, look what else Gotham dragged in." He muttered this lightly enough for only Myla to hear. Kane was a bad man, but the Falcones were notoriously vicious. They were just gangsters. Whatever you thought of the family, they did keep Gotham relatively well-balanced. It was still a cesspool, but a manageable one. He sighed deeply at this.

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#b45439 || Outfit || nightclaw

Lexa tried really hard to not be on her phone, but getting admonished for being shot wasn't something she wanted to hear. Rather than meet the faces of those she may have disappointed, like James or whomever else, she decided that her best option was to keep her ears open but eyes perfectly oriented with the light glow of the screen.

Alfred and Phil both gave her expectant looks, but she's not a child. She's not going to allow two men to tell her what to do. Besides - she already knew she fucked up. To make it better, Aria gave Phil the mouthful that he deserved for expecting a whole lot more than what could have been reasonably given. As Aria stormed off, Lexa gave the girl a thumb's up.

After Kane's little piece, the topic shifted to party mode. A gala. That would be great, actually. There's nothing that Lexa loved more than a healthy dose of drinking and socialization. Maybe she could even get laid before she died. A dress. A beautiful dress and a few last pictures of normalcy before she disappeared off the face of the earth would be great, too. Honestly, if they were leaving the fate of the heroes to this bunch being trained by Phil, she might as well as make a bucket list.

Theo had a brilliant idea! That made Lexa perk up from her phone, "Well, I don't know about you all, but I didn't expect to pack for a charity banquet. Anyone want to take tomorrow off and hit the mall to get some clothes? I assume it's important for us to be dressed appropriately. Not to mention the masks we'll have to wear. Not everyone has a party-appropriate mask, I believe."

color=#b45439]"I'm always down to shop. A bit broke, but it looked like money just rolled in..."[/color] Her words seemed to have rolled off her tongue just shy of Falcone finishing up the last sentence of his grand entrance. Her head tilted from side to side and she surveyed him from her lonely chair somewhere near a wall where she'd be out of everyone's way. Kinda cute. Rich. Showy. She could dig it.

"Well, what do you say?" It was around this time that Lexa got up from her seat and decided it was time to vacate the area.

First, she stopped in front of him and smiled wide. Then she shifted around a bit until she was behind him, her cheek to his for selfie mode, "Smile for the camera, Mr. Falcone. We're going to need more than money to live through this." She gave the iPhone the peace sign with her fingers, smiled, and then snapped the picture. Without missing a beat, she looked it over to check and make sure she looked decent. "Welcome to the mess, babe." She left him there, went back to tapping away at her phone, and walked into the lift without looking up. It was automatic. The doors closed and she went... somewhere.

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