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Angel Edwards

"everyone thinks they've got the answer, the silver laser that promises they'll be happy forever."

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a character in “Neon Streets”, as played by partially-stars

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"everyone thinks they’ve got the answer, the silver laser that promises they’ll be happy forever."
just paste the quote here tbh-juno steel

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i d e n t i t y
xxxxx|| Name || Angel David Edwards
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xxxxx|| Nicknames || He prefers to just go by Edwards, or at a push, A, but some call him Ang.
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xxxxx|| Gender || Male
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xxxxx|| Age || 25
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xxxxx|| Birthday || February 21
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xxxxx|| Sexuality || Pansexual Demiromantic
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xxxxx|| Composition || Human
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xxxxx|| Height || 6'2"
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xxxxx|| Weight || 177lb
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xxxxx|| Hair Color || Dark brown
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xxxxx|| Eye Color || Hazel
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xxxxx|| Identifying Features || A phases of the moon tattoo on the right side of his ribs and a bullet wound scar on his right shoulder.
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xxxxx|| Description || Angel is the type of person that uses his appearance as a tool more than anything. While on the force, he felt that there was a certain way he had to look, a certain way he had to behave. Now that he works for himself, that’s started to shift. He knows his appearance is what can make or break a client’s decision to hire him. And so he appears professional, polished. Nice suits... but never too nice. He still needs to appear approachable to the people he works with, who are often the lower classes, but still polished enough to blend with the upper class if he needs to. His hair is usually a little messy and he usually sports some type of stubble.
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p e r s o n a l i t y

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All his life, Angel had to take orders. First, from his controlling and domineering father, in an attempt to force his son to become the perfect child. Then in the force, it took him years to get to a point where he was allowed to think on his own two feet. So, rather unsurprisingly, Angel doesn’t take orders from anybody now, and trying to order him around might get you a trademark smirk and either him digging his heels in or else doing the exact opposite of what you told him. He has friends, but he works alone, and even his friends can’t say they really know him.

He tells himself it’s for their safety. It’s been a year since he was fired and he knows that the target still isn’t off his back. It’s easier to cut himself off, walk away from everything he knew, then put them at risk. As a kid, all he wanted to do was please his parents. In the force, all he wanted was to please his superiors, to make someone proud. His whole goddamn life, he’s been dependent on other people. And he can’t, he won’t, put any of them at risk.

And so he puts up the facade of being heartless. He sleeps with people and doesn’t call them back, he charms people into buying him drinks and tells them lies about who he is, he drinks and does whatever he can to numb the pain, the fear. Because he’s terrified that one day, they’re going to get sick of letting him run loose and kill him, probably in some suitably painful way. But Angel can’t stick to the small, boring cases. He got bored of proving that people’s spouses were cheating on them, that Karen really was sabotaging little Juno’s soccer games. He’s drawn to the big cases, the ones that keep him out of the shadows. He needs to make a difference.

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xxxxx|| Likes || Whiskey - good suits - dark colours - floral perfume - unusual aftershaves - sex - being in control
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xxxxx|| Dislikes || being told what to do - the police force - being looked down on - propaganda - his family - talking about his past - people who try to control others
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xxxxx|| Fears || His biggest fear is being killed, but he’s also afraid of being made subservient again, of being a mindless servant to someone who couldn’t care less about his welfare. He’s also rather claustrophobic but won’t admit it.
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xxxxx|| Secrets || Ever since leaving the force, he’s been drinking heavily and using drugs to try and numb the pain of abandonment. He doesn’t like talking about his past- about the fact he comes from relative wealth, about how his family have disowned him since he was fired, and of course, his time in the force and the fact he was fired for exposing a corruption scandal. xx
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xxxxx|| Abilities || N/A
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xxxxx|| Talents || Angel is a sharpshooter and has wicked aim with a gun. He was trained in self-defense and hand-to-hand combat and is extremely talented at both. He’s charming and able to pass himself off as a member of the higher levels of society as easily as he can fit in with the lower classes, and can speak about three languages fluently.
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xxxxx|| Strengths || Angel is kind, always willing to hear out a person’s story, even if he knows he can’t help. He’s brave and selfless, a team player and a natural leader at his core.
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xxxxx|| Weaknesses || Angel now keeps everyone at arm’s length and doesn’t trust anyone other than himself, not really. He’s prone to addictive tendencies and vices that will make the pain go away, just for a while.

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h i s t o r y

Angel Edwards was born to a middle class family with big dreams of being something more. The youngest of two kids, he perhaps didn’t have quite the same amount of pressure on him as his older sibling. But everything was so much more effortless to them. They did better in school, they spoke five languages by the time they were eighteen, they had a patent under their belt by the age of twenty two. And Angel just could never compare. Everything he did, he did to impress his parents in the hope of getting a little more attention. But he was always in his sibling’s shadow, and his father made no secret of his disappointment in Angel.

His family, especially his father, did not approve of his decision to join the police force. But Angel had found what he was destined for. His final exams were some of the highest seen in the history of the force, and he rose through the ranks in record time. When he was made the youngest detective in seventy years, his father begrudgingly expressed some pride.

But it was here that he took his downfall. While on personal protection detail for a high ranking official, he uncovered evidence of planned attacks on the official and was given the task of investigating them and bringing the person to justice. But in doing so, Angel uncovered a massive corruption scandal involving half of his superior officers and several prominent politicians. The case was quickly buried and all evidence lost. Any discharge relating to the case itself may have made him a martyr, so instead, highly illegal and dangerous drugs were found in Angel’s apartment, as well as illegal weapons. He was dishonorably discharged. His family had already cut him off when he’d exposed the case, afraid it would threaten their position in society, but the “discoveries” cut all final ties. Angel lost everything he had.

For a few weeks, he was lost, in a hole, just trying to escape everything. He only started the business when he was in desperate need of money and somebody asked him to investigate something in return for money. But he found he enjoyed it. It felt good to be doing something, and something that made a difference. Outwardly, he cleaned up his act and managed to fool people into believing he was doing better than he actually was, but his vices still lingered, and he doesn’t even want to escape them any more.


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writer: partially-stars - fc: matthew daddario - hex code: #8a8890


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So begins...

Angel Edwards's Story

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Character Portrait: Cordelia Hallis Character Portrait: James Character Portrait: Miles Caal Character Portrait: Faith Walton Character Portrait: Angel Edwards Character Portrait: H.A.V.E.N. Character Portrait: Essie (SE-5984) Character Portrait: H.A.R.L.I.E Character Portrait: Kylar Worthington Character Portrait: Ezekiel Cartwright Character Portrait: John Cross

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M I L E S CAAL
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miles' home/workshop • outfit#35404F
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A hundred years of peace and prosperity in Infinity City. That’s what was being celebrated. Not everyone cared about the celebrations; the parade would be held on the upper streets and floating walkways, so over half of the population wouldn’t even be able to see it unless they tuned into the transmission. For most of the city, this was just another bank holiday. The words “peace and prosperity” just didn’t ring true to those at ground level, it was just another day to be reminded of all they didn’t have. At least it wasn’t raining.

The decorations had been up for weeks (well, closer to ground level they’d only bothered to reprogram some of the signage to indicate the big day), and they’d really pulled out all the stops. There was no way to miss it, with a reminder around every corner. There would be parties, television specials, the news would probably run a story about it, as if the whole thing wasn’t just an empty celebration.

Well, that’s how Miles felt, anyway.

He’d seen the worst and the best that Infinity had to offer, and he wasn’t particularly impressed. His family had been built up and held to unrealistic standards, once. Lived high above the city. He didn’t remember living up there, among the clouds, but he still got glimpses of it occasionally. His work was one of the worst-kept secrets in town, and he built tech for all sorts. Sometimes he thought that he would have liked to have grown up higher in the dizzying expanse of the city, he felt a little robbed of it. His father’s greed had stolen the life he may have had. He could still craft his tech, though. He loved creating, using technology to manipulate the way he could think and see, and even feel. He didn’t mind the extra money some people were willing to pay to buy it off the market, either. Some people had a hard time trusting that companies were actually following regulation, and Miles understood that. It was easier to get back at a single guy than a faceless corporation if your tech failed you.

Business carried on as usual, for Miles. When you work all alone, a day off is rare. Even more rare when the nature of your work requires that you constantly do more work or you’ll lose everything and end up right back where you started.

Maybe that was the paranoia talking.

Either way, he liked to keep himself busy. Busy hands, busy mind, not as much time to think about everything that could go wrong.

He was just finishing up with a client, he’d had to learn how to install neurotech out of necessity; turns out, people who bought back alley tech often didn’t have a safe way to install it. He hated doing it, but knowing how definitely made it easier for him to test his pieces (mostly on himself), so he didn’t complain.

He liked to keep the television (at this point, it was almost just called that out of tradition) going in the other room, it provided some background noise, and blocked out most of the sounds of his work. Everyone on the street knew what he did, but it kept the police out of his business, and that was most of what he cared about. After finishing up his install, he noticed a familiar voice from the other room. Cordelia Hallis was a familiar voice (and face) to most everyone in Infinity. Miles just couldn’t stand to hear, or see, her anymore. Not when he could help it. He’d have to remember to turn it off.

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Character Portrait: Faith Walton Character Portrait: Angel Edwards Character Portrait: Kylar Worthington

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FAITH WALTON
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outfit : herex|xhex: #9f076d
xxxoh grab this loaded gun
xxxso hopeless but I'm still a romantic
xxxbloodstained mouth, I'm gonna blow a kiss
xxxand I bet it tastes like me, yeah
One hundred years of peace and prosperity was a lie, and they all knew it. Faith knew it as much as anyone else. She lived in the dirty underbelly of the city, the side that nobody would dare to go to look for her for fear the filth would rub off on them. Here, there was a sense of community, but also a sense of fear, a sense of constant need. Any excess she had went to the families who lived around her, the ones that could barely afford to feed the kids and the parents went hungry.

And so Faith refused to even acknowledge the parade. It was the same every year. But as she stepped out into the streets, pulling the cloth off her hovercycle, it was still being broadcast so she couldn't ignore it. And then she came on. The face of the corporations herself. Cordelia Hallis, modified beyond the point of looking human. She spoke so sweetly about how the corporations could really help them all. Faith snorted as she pulled her helmet on, Cordelia's sickeningly sweet voice radiating out and declaring that they were donating money to help those in need. Sure, in return for their souls. At one point, Faith had been forced to choose between the life she had now and a life working for the corporations, a life where she would see the sun. As she glanced up at the woman on the screens. No nice job, no security, no promises of the best and the newest tech to help her do her job, could force her to work for them.

There was freedom in these streets. Despite the parade, life went on. Faith had gotten word about a race. She knew that every race had equal potential to be a set-up by the cops to try and bust the racing rings, but the chase of getting away was as adrenaline inducing as the race itself. What was more exciting than a race for your life?



ANGEL EDWARDS
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xxxand there's nothing wrong with me
xxxthis is how I'm supposed to be
xxxin the land of make-believe
xxxthey don't believe in me
Sometimes, his job was boring, monotonous, affair after affair after petty grudge. It made him question why the hell he was doing it. This wasn't making a difference to people's lives, not really. Sometimes he felt like he was just making things worse, just making people more miserable.

And then there were days like today. He knew that nothing could come of it, not without serious repercussions for all involved. But proving to a mother that her son hadn't been dealing drugs, that he'd been wrongfully killed... it brought a mother peace. They couldn't press charges or bring this to the cops. Angel didn't want that type of attention, and even if his contract included an anonymity clause, he knew that he would be tracked down without anyone having to say anything. But she knew her son was innocent and she could rest easy. These were the cases that made it all worth doing.

She insisted on giving him dinner before he left, saying he was far too skinny and "needed a good hot meal in him". This meant he was not only subjected to more of the parade than he usually would, but also he was later leaving than he wanted to be. He called Kylar as he left. "It's me. Sorry, client decided I needed feeding and I couldn't escape. So... Are we doing this?" He asked, keeping his voice low. He wasn't totally sure what this was but trusted Ky. As per usual, his main focus had been on his day job, and he trusted their plans wouldn't involve either of them getting killed. It was always a risk, of course, but one they tried to minimise.

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Character Portrait: Cordelia Hallis Character Portrait: Angel Edwards Character Portrait: Kylar Worthington Character Portrait: Ezekiel Cartwright

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Human-Cyborg // Attire & Mask // Hex: #800000

Oops I did it again, I
Forgot what I was losing my mind about
I only wrote this down to make you press rewind
And send a message, "I was young and a menace"
Young, young, young and a menace


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The ever droling sound of speeder cars and electro-trains buzzed about the city from above as life on the top floors flourished, while the sound of remote silence and never-ending and echoing footsteps came from below. The lower levels were an utter scum filled infestation of crime, violence, and revulsion. Something about that was as perfect of a place as any to set up multiple sanctions around the lower levels of Infinity. Least place the law enforcement would really want to go, as the further they went, the worse things got. Might as well use it to your advantage if people think you're dead, and stopped hunting you down for the first time in months. A figure sat along the railing of one of the middle levels as they looked up at the broadcast that was taking place. Cordelia fucking Hallis, in the god damn flesh, well, whatever remained of it anyway. Just the sight of that woman made their stomach turn, as well as always bring a yawn of borden to Kylar. If there was anyone else that they hated more than the military, it was Cordelia. Well, maybe hate was too harsh a word. Kylar sure had their grudges and distaste for plenty of people, Cordelia being one, it was more so of annoyance due to her very clear vocal opinion about the Revolution.

Something about the woman never sat well with them, and it has only been since has gone on, that Kylar has grown to have their own suspicions about the woman that married into the Elite. How is it that someone that came from nothing, became what she is now? Now wasn't the time to dwell on that. The figure shook their head as they slowly got to their feet, still standing on the metal railing with ease. Hands in their pockets as they looked around their surroundings.

"Remember boys and girls, the corporations are here to help you." the voice seemed to boom into their ears from above.

Kylar glared, studying the screen. Something didn't exactly seem right before the screen cut off from the broadcast. The way Cordelia seemed to act was, somewhat out of characteristic for her. Not that she had many character to begin with, but Kylar couldn't help but feel like it was odd. But they couldn't dwell on that now. They had their own job to do. The sound of a small beep alerted to them on an incoming call on their comlink. Pressing a small button on their wrist, it automatically connected to the small earpiece that they had. "Oh so now you decided to call me, huh? And to think, you just missed Cordelia's broadcast as well. Shame." Kylar quickly rattled off. Jumping off of the railing and into the main part of the small catwalk that they were on, "And as if you even had to ask if me if we were doing this. Of course we are. But first, I have a little surprise for the people above. Check it." Kylar said with a grin.

Kylar turned back to the direction of which the screen that had the broadcast not moments ago, pressing a few buttons on their wrist, four small drones seemed to appear out of nowhere. Slowly making their way to the screen, quickly deploying what first seemed like a gas or smoke across the screens. Which quickly turned and formed into a projected image, as thousands of mico-nanobots came together. Projected, in a large bold font was simply one word for all to see.

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A grin formed on their face, one way to piss off a whole group of people, proceed to vandalize and spread propaganda. Fight fire with fire, was slowly how things were beginning to go. As much as Ky may not have liked it, if the humans wanted to start something, then let them come across some anarchy. Even if it was more of a petty move than outright sign of violence, for now it would do. Looking back at the small hologram of Angel, Ky gave a small salute. "Up to you now, partner. I shall be catching you later." Kylar said with a chuckle, knowing full well what Angel's next question was going to be. "I got a race to get to, don't you remember? You're a big guy that can take care of your end of things here. I have that much faith in you to not mess things up. So, goodluck, buddy! Tell me how things go when you're finished!" Ky said as they quickly disconnected the call, not giving Angel much time to argue.

Looking back, they gave a large figure who was dressed in a full-body suit of armor a smile, "Don't go giving me that look. Okay? I did my part here. Besides, these races don't take forever like they used to. I'll be back at the hangout before you even begin to miss me. So, deuces!" Ky said as they gave the android a salute, and quickly dove off the side of the railing and down below. A medium-sized hoverboard was quickly deployed from what seemed like a small cube-shaped object, and Kylar landed on it with ease, quickly regaining their balance. They needed to get to the race quickly, taking the back ends of the lower levels and sticking to the less crowded places.







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Revolutionary-Android // Armor // Hex: #104291

Woke up on the wrong side of reality
And there's a madness that's just coursing right through me
And as far as the time, far as the time
Not sure I'm there yet but I'm certain I've arrived


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Hours of relative peace and quiet were something he had originally planned on and wanted for the day. At least today. That was it. But he found himself being fulled away as Kylar wanted Fives to accompany them, for whatever reason. Was wanting to be left alone in peace for one day too much to ask? With a contemplated sigh, Ezekiel found himself getting dressed into the armor that Kylar profusely suggested he wear whenever they went out. It helped make him look tough and scary, Ky told him. But he knew the real reason. Ezekiel was by no means intimidating or scary on his own. And if they came across any sign of trouble, they'd be easy targets. But with the armor he was given, it helped to give him somewhat of an uphand with the intimidation factor, something the android couldn't say wasn't nice to have.

An hour later he found himself and Kylar standing in the shadows of some of the lower levels, simply standing out of sight as they watched the broadcast come on. Ezekiel had no disdain or distaste for Cordelia, if anything, he felt sorry for her. Or what he assumed sadness and pity felt like. He wasn't exactly sure why, but whenever he saw her face, he couldn't help but feel a bit of guilt. Even though he had nothing to do what happened to her, seeing what became of her was, saddening to say the least. She wasn't even fully a human anymore, that much was obvious, and no matter how much the others told him to forget about it, he couldn't fully let it go.

Silently he stood a few feet away from Kylar, hands clasped neatly and tightly behind his back as he stood. Simply watching everything take place around him. The armor he wore always made him feel much smaller than he was, as well as somewhat claustrophobic, as he never did do well with tight spaces. but with the modifications Ky made to the suit, he couldn't entirely complain. It wasn't as tight as it was last time, and managed to be more breathable, something he appreciated. One thing he did always take note of from Kylar, whenever someone made a comment on something being too uncomfortable or tight, or not fitting right, without a word the person would find whatever the issue was would be fixed. Never vocally having to say they made changes or had worked on something to fit their needs. Zeke knew it was Ky's way of showing that they heard and listened, and in a way, cared. Even if they never said it out loud, for those that knew them, it was one of the small things that reminded others that Ky was indeed still human. Just had plenty of walls keeping themselves guarded.

Ezekiel was shaken out of his thoughts when Kylar spoke up, clearly talking to Angel about their plans, and watched as holographic images were yet again spread across the main square in the upper levels for all to see. Shaking his head, he guessed it was better than acting out in outright violence, like causing explosions or actual terrorist attacks like the Corporations and Military tried saying and equating them to. Ezekiel blinked when the conversation between Ky and Angel came to a rather abrupt end. Cocking his head to the side when Ky told him not to look at them like that, and that they wouldn't be back too late. "But Ky wait I-" was all the android was able to get out before Kylar jumped off the railing and fell down below. Taking off like a bullet on one of their hoverboards. The android sighed, shaking his head once more as he was now left alone, in the middle of the city. He'd have to make his way back to their main place of operations, and it was sadly a long walk from where he was now left alone. "Didn't even have the common decency to give me a ride back home?" the android muttered to himself as he turned and began to make his way back to the apartment. He didn't even want to come outside today, yet here he was. Now left alone to his thoughts. Fantastic.

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Character Portrait: Cordelia Hallis Character Portrait: Faith Walton Character Portrait: Angel Edwards Character Portrait: Essie (SE-5984) Character Portrait: Yuri Capra Character Portrait: Ezekiel Cartwright

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he was a mere background character in other people's lives.


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tell stories. sad stories about bodies stolen, bodies no longer here.
xenraging stories about the false images, devastating lies, untold violence. x
bold, brash stories about reclaiming our bodies and changing the world.


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the parade was not something Yuri had wanted to attend- she saw little reason to celebrate, and the elaborate and expensive nature of the celebrations only sought to reestablish a clear financial gap. The government could afford to spend millions of dollars on elaborate lightworks and performances- less so on tackling their precious city's rampant poverty. It was insincere, and the falseness of the event tasted like salt on her tongue.

but she had to be here, if not for herself, then for what she stood for. It was the most highly televised event since her 'accident,' and since then, she had become something of a symbol. She was a whistle blower, the whistleblower. But more importantly to the people of Infinity, she was a sign of failure. A voice that the Powers That Be had unsuccessfully attempted to smother in fire and blood. Most targets went silently, but her miraculous survival had prompted rumours and hearsays, most of which miraculously pointed in the right direction. Her tragic accident had become an unconfirmed assassination attempt, and now there was little They could do, else prove the conspiracy theorists correct.

and so she stood in the crowd, strong of stance and expression, leaning into the discomfort of curious eyes. She was used to fame, but it was different now. Danger had never really registered with her before- but now she could seldom sleep without remembering the smell of her own flesh burning black.

the presence of Essie beside her was ironically comforting, considering the android's role in her trauma. Perhaps it was Essie's curiosity that softened the tension of the parade, or maybe Yuri simply felt safer knowing that the planet's most affective combatant droid was acting as her volunteer bodyguard.

maybe both.

On behalf of all of us, we will be donating half a million dollars to the Infinity Relief Organization for Needy Families."

the familiar voice brought her back to centre, and she looked up at the screens, and the woman present on them, with a sombre expression. She looked so different, it was hard to recognise her now. Every rough edge had been sanded to smooth, every mar erased from existence. She looked like a doll, but she played like a puppet, spouting government-friendly soundbites, and disingenuous conciliations.

even her eyes were completely-

blink

Yuri paused, stepping toward the screen, watching with intent.

"Essie, did you catch that?"

"The speech? It's recorded in my memory bank, yes. However, considering it's propagandist nature I wouldn't recommend-"

"Not the speech, her face- her blinking, I mean."

"No, sorry, I was distracted by the attempted indoctrination- a moment, please." As Yuri's gaze remained locked on her old friend, Cordelia Hallis, Essie's glazed over for just a second. Indiscernible to any onlooker, she searched through her recent memories, replaying the speech's conclusion.

"It seems she was blinking in code. Morse, presumably. She said-"

"S.O.S." Yuri's voice was a whisper, her head rife with contradicting emotions. Relief washed over all the rest; after all these years, her friend was still in there.

"We have to get her out of there. I don't know how, but we have to."

Essie had no opportunity to respond, any reply she may have had was drowned out by gasps and screams, and nanobots collected at the stage, and words formed, red and bright: Menace.

People had begun to panic at the sight, but Essie remained seemingly unaffected by the drama, her gaze hooked to the stage where Cordelia still stood. She looked to Yuri.

"She needs us to 'save her soul,' yes?" "Huh?" Yuri blinked, disarmed by the sudden turn of events, and Essie responded with a resolute smile, "Then I shall."

She took off towards Cordelia, moving through the crowd like a dancer, all smoothness and grace. The woman's blinking replayed over and over in her memory bank, and had done so since it was first drawn to her attention.

Save our souls. As an android, she didn't have a soul of her own, but she was eager nonetheless, to see what one looked like.

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Character Portrait: Cordelia Hallis Character Portrait: James Character Portrait: Miles Caal Character Portrait: Astrid Character Portrait: Faith Walton Character Portrait: Angel Edwards Character Portrait: H.A.V.E.N. Character Portrait: Ozric Slade Character Portrait: Essie (SE-5984) Character Portrait: Yuri Capra Character Portrait: Kylar Worthington Character Portrait: Ezekiel Cartwright

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"A S T R I D"xxAS-7210
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but am i just a broken machine?
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Astrid knew she needed to get out of the way, people were still bumping into her left and right; some were leaving, others were trying to get a better look at one thing or another. It was overwhelming, trying to pinpoint an opening so she could just get out of everyone’s way. She was always causing problems, wasn’t she? Maybe that’s why everyone sends me away.

She had just found a way, and just needed a moment to get through, when it happened. There was a loud boom, and a lot of screaming. Suddenly, all she seemed to be able to process was the fear of everyone around her. She quickly looked around: people were running away, now. Maybe back home. Maybe just as far away as they could get. There was another explosion. It wasn’t safe here, was it? She needed to go, but the fear everyone felt… It was just her programming, but she felt the intense need to protect the humans around. They were frightened, and it was only getting worse with every passing moment.

She didn’t know if it was being broadcast over the speakers, or just in her mind, but she heard an overwhelming chorus of, “Stay calm. We have everything under control.” It didn’t look like everything was under control, but Astrid knew that was what they always said. If the powers that be couldn’t control a situation, they’d lose control of everything. Still, in control or not, there wasn’t anything Astrid could do. She wasn’t well-suited to crisis situations; she was a domestic droid.

Astrid caught sight of a little girl, presumably separated from her family, and all thoughts of retreating to the relative safety of the seedy underbelly of the city left her mind. Suddenly the only thing that felt right was helping the child. Caring for children was what she was programmed for, after all.

Then there were more people, who Astrid only recognised as being associates of the Alpire Corporation. What did they manufacturer? Weapons? They had arrived very quickly, Astrid thought, and immediately started cordoning off areas, ushering people away and to different places of the city. “Don’t worry,” They said, “We’re here to help you.” Maybe they’d been hired as private security.

There was some sort of weapon fire from somewhere above. Astrid couldn’t place it, but the Alpire Corp representatives certainly used the moment to keep corralling people along. Keeping order, it seemed, was the top priority.

Astrid was getting swept along with the crowd, weapons were still firing from, what sounded like, all directions. “Where are we going?”

“Don’t worry, ma’am,” Astrid could hardly tell if the person in question was a human under all of their armor. “There's a warehouse nearby where-” Then the person in question seemed to realize that Astrid was an android, “We don’t have the space for androids.”

A gesture was all it took to seal her fate, it seemed. Astrid was grabbed from behind, and deposited back into the middle of the square, to fend for herself. Something strong that she didn’t quite understand filled her, and she felt quite resigned to whatever was in store for her. She didn’t have anywhere to go, not really, so she figured that she would probably be shot down and then tossed on a scrap heap somewhere. She wasn’t just going to stand around, though. Maybe she could get lucky, find some place to hide… At least until this blew over. It couldn’t last forever.







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Even as Miles went to switch off the broadcast, it cut to a shot of the crowd on the ground. The city’s government loved to show off how well everyone got along when it suited them. Sometimes the news organizations played along, and some played nicer than others. Normally he wouldn’t care, if not for the fact that the crowd seemed to be pretty worked up. Surely that wasn’t the image Infinity City officials wanted to broadcast. The first explosion went off right before they cut the footage to some pre-recorded message of peace and prosperity, though that was quickly cut to make way for the coverage of the terrorist attack on the upper levels of the city. On the day they were meant to celebrate one hundred years of peace, no less.

Miles switched off the broadcast; he could hear the screaming and subsequent detonations over the gentle hum of the lights. Even so far beneath it all. It was quiet, and Miles couldn’t fully be sure if he was really hearing the commotion, or if someone nearby just had their television up too loud.. Subtle green lights raced along his veins, visible from just below his skin: the lights flashed yellow. He was distressed. It was strange, if he hadn’t known better, he may have said he didn’t recognise what he was feeling until then. But what was he meant to do in a situation like this? He supposed most people would be shutting themselves in their homes, which seemed like a reasonable response.

He elected to swing open his front door. There was chaos everywhere, people were running out and away from the center of the city. Did Miles know any of the people running past? Did it matter? Of course it mattered. He would let a friend take up shelter inside if they needed it.

Did he have any friends left?

He did. He knew he did. He had to.