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James Goldsworth

A Mercenary with sights on changing the world.

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a character in “The Catalysts”, as played by Weilacca

Description

Name: James Goldsworth

Nickname: Whisper

Gender: Male

Appearance:
Face:
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(Face claim: Alex Turner)
Clothing: Wears a black waistcoat, white shirt with a blue tie and black trousers.
Eyes: Left eye Green, Right eye Grey.
Height: 6 foot.
Body Size: Slim, not very muscular.
Wears a mask during missions and fights, the mask is pure white with black slits to allow sight and has a black line around the mouth area with stitches over the mouth as if it is stitched shut.

Skills/Abilities:
Abilities: Audiokinesis (Sound Manipulation). This comes with a greater hearing ability and also perceiving the world in somewhat slow motion (As if he was moving at the speed of sound).
Has a greater ability he calls "Synchronization", however, over usage of this ability (About 5 mins) will cause the body to break down and soon die. Basically, Synchronization includes the sudden release of all energy in his body in the form of a sonic vortex, greatly increases the intensity of his powers and body. But, like I said, can kill him if used too much.
Skills: Hand to hand combat training, aerobics, high agility.

General Information:
James always seems bored or annoyed with his emotionless facial expression. Along with his emotionless personality, James simply doesn't care about nearly anything in the world. Even though he seems emotionless, James has a lot of emotional thoughts in his head and may seem to have a short temper or be protective over his partner.

History:
James was one of the 'Catalyst' subjects, created by The Horizon Foundation. However, due to the volatility of his abilities, James was placed under a high supervision and tested on daily, simply to figure out the cause of such volatility. The constant pain of being triggered and put to sleep several times a day was branded into James' body as the norm, along with the drugs he had been forced to take in order to measure his ability in one way or another. With the constant pain of his ability surging through his body, and the testing he had undergone, James developed an emotionless personality; never caring about anything that happened around or to him, whereas inside, he was in pain, crying for help. Wishing for someone to save him.
At the age of 18, James was broken out of his 'cage' within the labs by a lone 'member' of The Chaos Insurgency, bringing him back to salvation in the real world. Amazed by this individual, he quickly grew close to her, always staying nearby whenever he can, even joining the Insurgency.
With about 3 years of working in the insurgency, James soon grew bored and annoyed at their goals. All he wished for was revenge on his creators for putting him under constant pain. Along with that, he wanted to reshape the world. Find a way to save the people around Emporia City from the disgusting acts of the corporations and governments. And so, him and his savior left the Insurgency without a trace. Moving on to do as they wished. But they needed to gather followers, they needed others to assist them. And so, to create a name for themselves, the two decided to become mercenaries as Blacklist Hunters.

So begins...

James Goldsworth's Story

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It was a relatively peaceful night in Emperia City, the sounds of busy people still roaming the streets, cars and other vehicles driving past, a very boring and generic setting for this kind of story. It's not even a story, more like a documentation, a tale, thing, whatever-you-want-to-call-it about a couple of people attempting to survive in a complicated alien-like world, forced to live like this because of human ignorance, or was it fear? Depends... Anyway;

A thud of a fairly large human falling to the ground could be heard from the abandoned alleyways of the city, a man dressed formally, kind of like a businessman. However, he was in pain. Blood drained out of his body through a large, deep cut across his abdomen. He tried and tried to scream out for help, but for some reason no sound would leave his mouth, as if it was being held inside, or perhaps silenced into something too quiet for human ears to pick up. He stared forward, his eyes widened with fear as the two assailants stepped closer to him. It wasn't just the fear of death which was branded into the man's brain, it was also the sight of what the two were wearing;
One, obviously male, stood with his hands stuffed into his black trousers, wearing a black waistcoat, white shirt and blue tie. The other, female, wore a fashionable blue and white dress, sweeping low to about halfway down the lower leg. The male had longish brown hair and wore a white mask, showing a stitched up mouth. The female and much longer blue hair and also wore a mask, but this mask was the one which would drive nightmares into one's brain once you see it paired up with her personality. A large smile, that's all, a mask with a massive smile as if there was some kind of enjoyment in what they were doing. She was also holding a sword, casually standing as the blood still dripped from the tip of the blade. A small giggle, slightly muffled by the mask sounded from the girl, quickly to be interrupted with a bored, monotone voice of the other,
"You didn't cut deep enough,"
The girl quickly turned her head to face her companion, raising her hand to her mask to press a single finger against the mouth area, "I guess a miscalculated, teehee~" she replied, her voice was full of enjoyment and seemed a little childish,
"That's not like you, how can you miscalculate killing someone?"
"I'm only human! Everyone makes mistakes,"
"Yeah. Just not you."
The conversation quickly stopped as the masked male quickly turned his glance towards the victim who was attempting to escape by dragging his slowly dying body away from the scene.
"Don't even bother." The masked man spoke out as he wedged his foot underneath the victim and rolled him over to his back, "Sometimes I feel like you 'miscalculated' on purpose."
As he spoke his words, the masked man pulled his hand out of his pocket and crouched down. Quickly and effectively, he hovered one hand over the victim's chest, about one centimeter above. Without any more words, the room fell silent for what seemed minutes, but in reality was milliseconds. Suddenly, a small, pulse like sound was made as a sudden high frequency sound pulse was pushed into the victim's chest. The pulse was strong enough to interrupt the timing of the heartbeats, effectively causing a heart attack as the poor organ tried it's best to get back into rhythm. Only to give up.

The masked man stood back up and placed his hands back into his pockets, "You just wanted to see me use my ability again, didn't you, Eve?" he spoke as he removed his mask, revealing his face. It seemed a bit young with a couple scars on one cheek. His eyes were heterochromic where the left was green and the right was grey.
The girl, Eve, followed the man's actions and removed her mask. Revealing her own older looking face, she wore black mascara and light foundation, not really that much of an effort for most females of our modern age. "I have no idea what you mean, James," she replied, stuttering a little as her light blue eyes drifted to the side.
"Yes you do," James sighed, "You know how volatile my abilities can be, it's a large risk."
"But you kept calm! You're doing well at controlling yourself."
"Whatever, let's get going. I just need to take a picture." he continued speaking as he pulled a small camera from his pocket and took a picture of the crime scene, "We finished this job pretty early, right?"
Eve raised her finger to her bottom lip, pressing against it as she looked upwards, "We need to meet the client in two days to show the proof and receive the second half of our payment." She looked back to James as she placed her sword back into it's sheathe, then moving her hands behind her back and leaning forward slightly, "That means we can go out around the city! It's been a while!"
"What do you mean? We've been going around the city a lot."
"I mean, like, without searching and watching our targets... I wanna find some more cute dresses and maybe we can have some lunch somewhere!" Eve smiled a smile of excitement as James started to walk the journey back to the apartment on the other side of the city, only for her to follow on her hands still behind her back as she was slightly skipping beside him.
"Yeah... I don't see why not." James replied, not really seeming as excited as Eve.

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Mid-day, the not-very-specific time of day in which city life becomes the busiest. People are on their lunch breaks and wondering their all to familiar paths from their workplaces to the shops they frequent at because of convenience or money saving. Not only that, but some people don't have their lunch breaks, mainly because they work in cafes or fast food restaurants which of course has become quite busy.

Eve skips forward through the large group of people which flood the streets of The Crown, her hands held behind her back while wearing a flashy bright blue and black dress which seems to merge perfectly with her long blue hair. As she completes her skipping cycle, she spins around on one foot to face behind her, bowing forward slightly with a large smile on her face as she speaks out,
"Isn't it great to be out and about the city freely?" a small giggle was given off as the target of her words catches up,
"I guess so..." James replied, wearing his usual black waistcoat, white shirt, blue tie and black trousers. He was also carrying a long, tubular bag over one shoulder, holding it in place by keeping a grip on the single strap with one hand. "...Why do I have to carry your damn gear?"
"Oh, don't be silly!" Eve quickly replied as she tapped James on the nose with one finger, then holding the finger up in James' sight and waving it side to side, "The man is the one who carries the woman's belongings, especially on a date like this~"
James quickly looked to the side, his face slightly reddened as he did so, "It's not a date. We're just having some time off."
Eve's smile increased in sincerity as she turned around and continued walking on, placing her hands behind her back as usual; "Whatever you want to call it. Where she we get some lunch then?"
James noticed Eve continuing her walking and quickly got back in place next to her, "I don't care, wherever you want."

With a large smile Eve presented James with a small restaurant, it looked slightly high class and was placed in a very calm and quiet area of The Crown. A bit strange as the area was still flooded with people, it's as if there was some kind of anti-sound spell going on, it certainly wasn't James who, without a word, accepted Eve's suggestion and proceeded to enter only for the two to be greeted by the MAITRE D’. It was automatically assumed to be a table for two, with the two mercenaries being led over to a table placed in the middle of the restaurant, not good but not bad either. James had already declined the offer to have his bag being taken away, obviously.

After a few minutes of waiting around, the waiter appeared with his notebook, taking the orders from the two customers only to disappear off again to relay the order to the kitchen, returning again to bring James' order of a pint of beer and Eve's order of a glass of wine.

"So, James." Eve spoke out to catch James' attention before continuing, "It's been a few months since we started out new job, you enjoying it?"
"I wouldn't say I'd enjoy it, but I guess it's a good thing to get known and make some money." James replied, taking a swig of his drink as he did so,
"Well some of our work has been broadcast on the news, right?"
"Yeah, but it's still unknown to be us..."
"I know it should be, but still... Didn't you want to get well known and gain some followers?"
"Not as a murderer."
Eve simply giggled at James' last reply as the food they had ordered arrived. Allowing the two to dig in quietly, respecting the manners of the restaurant.

Once the two had finished, Eve gave off a small sigh of happiness, she had enjoyed her meal and had already finished off half a bottle of wine. James, on the other hand, had just finished the first pint he started with and spent some time looking around the room before breaking the silence between the two;
"I wonder if everyone around here see us as a couple..." he looked directly at Eve as he spoke this, poking at her with his words in some form of mental messing around. If James had a different personality, he would already be giggling to himself, but instead he was only laughing inside with his face still emotionless.
Eve replied with a small jolt back, her pale face turned red with embarrassment as her words stuttered, "W-what to you mean James? People couldn't h-honestly think that..." she looked down as the concept came into her head, forcing her to realize that the two actually did look like a couple.
"Right." James stood up, picking up the large bag from the floor as he did so, "Let's pay and get going."




Once the two had payed and left the restaurant, they returned to the slightly less busy city they were at before. Wondering around the streets once again.
"So. What now?" James questioned with a small sigh, getting a little bored with the aimless wondering.
"I guess we can go home, I'm happy now anyway." Eve replied with a smile, showing a little disappointment in her expression.
James quickly noticed the disappointment, and blew some air through his nose, "Let's take the long way then."

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~Craven~




The whole morning in The Crown had been hectic, with the heavy boots of armed men trudging though one office building too the next. Eagerly seeking their quarry, only to find that he was one step ahead of them and on too the next building. This case came to an end after they supposedly cornered him on the roof of the Watercress Hotel, the largest building sitting at the corner of The Crown's square. What ensued was a bloody retelling of nearly every encounter between the Foundations forces and the entity known as Craven for the past eight weeks.

Even if their weapons were not silenced, from this height it would be highly unlikely that someone one the busy street below would even notice. He would tear and rip at their flesh as their weapons discharged, specks of flesh and blood dazzled within the light of brilliant muzzle flashes and one after the other fell before their clip could empty. Though yes, his efforts were met with equal resistance. They would try their toys and new tactics, but as the same before their technology, numbers and attempts could not hold out against his endurance. It did not help their efforts as well that he would take time between their intermittent fights to snack and feast on the gore that remained.

All the time he chased their draining numbers up the stairs and out the roof access door, as he kept them from returning the other way. His cold eyes kept fixated on them as they would square off and fire in their same fashion as before. What started as twelve, ended as five before their time on the roof and soon after that it was three, Huddled together back to back. The watched as Craven quietly walked out from the dark shadows of the roofs confines, a large trail of squirming, switching bodily mass following behind. A writhing, chattering mass of tendrils and claws as its skirted around his body and chased along the floor.

A slow measure of picking out the more experience and their leader alike, Craven yanked the two away from their captain as his shoulder badge spoke so loudly. As Craven advanced slowly and ever closer, the man put his rifle to his chin. Only for the swing of a talon severed enough of his arm to make the attempt mute. His lats ditch effort to spare himself from the indignity of being eaten was a pained leap from the roof, only for his decent to be halted nearly a floor down. A long tendril piercing the flesh of his leg and pulling him back up to meet the monster he had chosen to hunt.

As his body was swung right side up, he was set face to face with a virtual monster. Craven looked on at the struggling soldier, even though he too knew that his attempts were fruitless. The piercing sensation in the mans leg should have given him as much an insight, though it did not stop him from putting up a fight. As he looked on, he shouted and spat his proclamation "Go ahead.. do it you bastard.. ...Do It!!!

Craven looked him over a few times, as if studying a fly that one had caught by the wings.

The captain could see what remained of his squad, still draped across much Craven's face and chest. The engorged arm that held him upright by the shoulder, was painfully digging its claws into his skin. "Those men had families.. children.."

Craven broke him off by speaking against him "Jessica.. Anthony.. Patricia.. Need I go on?"

"I even know your name Captain Sampson.. it matters little." The captains eyes wince as he looks back and a grimace run across his lips. "Why am I still alive?" He ask plainly, which was a good question.

"No reason, I merely felt like playing with my food. The answers to all my questions lye in here..." As he says this, Craven runs a clawed finger over the mans face. Slowly giving him the notion of what was to come, but before he could act on this knowledge Craven grips his neck and wrenches the head from its owner. Barely a sound could even escape from the captured solider before the deed was done and his eyes were stuck staring perpetually into space.

Left cradling the head like a newborn as he sneers slightly at the flailing corpse, already having gorged himself on the foolish tonight. He detaches the dead weight from his hooks and chucks it too the streets below.




The streets below were cool and clear, people walking to and fro as they went about their business. But down comes a spinning mass, careening and flailing as it fell. The distance from which it fell must have been high, because the impact it made in the car waiting to turn at the square was impressive. Sinking its hood and buckling its frame, as it nearly disappeared into a red mist on impact.

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The still busy city, the setting sun, the annoying noise which fell more and more silent as the sun reaches the horizon. It was still a normal day, nothing out of the ordinary happening for the public to see. Although, that's only in the public's perspective, there has probably been a few murders, shoot outs and other unsightly things occurring throughout the day, all for no one to notice. Exactly what they want.

The calming 'silence' seemed too good to be true, especially for the two mercenaries as they walked the long way back to their apartment, and it apparently was;
A sudden smashing sound occurred behind the two, followed by the sound to bending and breaking metal as the strange mass collided with a car. For James, the sound was deafening; his ability may allow him to hold an enhanced, over-sensitive hearing, but it doesn't stop loud noises from seeming like an explosion had just occurred right next to his ear. Of course, the two mercenaries jumped in surprise to the sudden noise, followed by James wincing in pain as he covers his ears for a few moments before coming back into reality.

"What the fuck was that?" James questioned, bringing his body back to stand straight with his hands in his pockets,
"Looks like someone was thrown off a building," Eve giggled in reply, slightly amused that the convenience of this small disaster, as if a wish was granted.
James hummed in agreement, his face still blank as he looked up, attempting to search for the culprit. Sadly, his eyesight was the same as a normal human, and the reflection of the setting sun off the glass of the buildings didn't help the search either. "Eve, calculate the trajectory of the victim and lead us to the source." He ordered, taking the bag off of his back to access the two masks and the sword for the two to use.
"It's gonna take a lot of climbing if we're to get there quickly..." Eve answered as she pointed upwards to the source, followed by placing the mask onto her head.
"Fine," James had already equipped his mask and passed the sword to Eve, allowing him to sweep Eve from her feet and into his arms. With his legs slightly bent and facing towards a smaller building, he jumped. Giving off a strong sonic pulse from his feet as extra propulsion, throwing the two upwards in order to reach the skylines of the city.




Once the two had finally reached the building in which the victim had fell from, James placed Eve back down to her feet. They both walked forward towards the calculated area of the drop, James had his hands still in his pockets while Eve kept one hand on the hilt of her sword.

"That was a bit dangerous," James called out.

[If Craven is still here, then cool. If he had already left, then James' call was just to check if anyone's there. Thanks :)]

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~Craven~





The air was stiffening as the sun grew closer to its bedding and what little sting there was to the air, was leaving Cravens senescence. He looked too the sun as it was finally disappearing behind the horizon of the city and lifted his head to catch the fresh air of this new night. His long, tattered, dingy trench coat flapping lightly in the breeze. Its surface a mess from the fresh bile and bullet holes of the predating weeks. He runs a his finger across the brow of the new prize taken this night and smiles too himself, victory had always been so sweet. However tonight, it was more fragrant for him, as if it was a sign on a new beginning and that new possibilities were to follow. His mind had always been occupied with survival, but now it was awash with the thoughts that he should begin to strike back at the Foundation and cripple it, shortly before obliterating it all together.

A pang of sound physically brushes against his face as he looks upon his grizzly trophy.
It was a cacophony of sound rippling up the sides of each building in the plaza, able to shake several of the window panes free from their mounts and crack tiles as it traveled up through the air above the city. It was unknown to him, a sensation that he had never felt before and though it was alien. Its presence was not misunderstood and so Craven withdrew himself, drawing all of himself that lay sprawled upon the rooftop. A feeling akin to laying oneself out on a massive bed sheet and then drawing up into a fetal position, was the best way that he could possibly explain how the action felt.

The creeping feeling that he would not be alone for long shined upon him "That was a bit dangerous." and with those words Craven's smiled widened slightly, stepping from the ledge he looked on as the two new guest came into view. He kept his eyes fixed on the pair as the moved closer at a slow pace, though they were not from the Foundation. He could see that they were not strange to the idea of combat. He simply looked on as he passed the head to his left hand and let it hang "Glory seekers..?"

"Catalyst..?"
The strange appearance was what set them apart from the other meat shields that were thrown at him. Though he could easily two different sexes and if not her hair, the girls scent was what gave her away.

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"Unfortunately," Jericho's voice through the earpiece threw Hunter off. "Where are you? I'm about two blocks east of the targeted area."

Checking a street sign below, he added, "Crossing Hallingway, atop the Maxpoint building."

Hunter stuck to the rooftops whenever possible, as his scarred and bloodied appearance often drew unwanted attention. If Jericho stood out in a crowd, Hunter could be easily identified from space. His stark white hair and black support systems built into his suit made street traversing both unreasonable and often a pain to push people out of the way. His identity was known, as a few photos had found their way into the internet, leaked there by some kids jo doubt. But to the public eye, he was just an oddity of Foundation science, kept alive and mobile with medical devices. He needed it to stay that way.

A second voice cut into the mic. "Maddox, Thorn? We have a problem, a squad leader just activated his mic, here I'll patch you in..."

Ozpin's voice faded, replaced by frantic typing and then silence. Heavy, slow breathing came in.

"-Jessica, Anthony, Patricia. Need I go on?"

The heavy breathing returned for a moment, "I even know your name, Captain Sampson, it matters little."

"Why am I still alive?" The voice came in ragged breaths.

"No reason-"

"Ozpin, where is this?" Hunter cut him off, scanning the rooftops and streets as if an answer would just appear. Luckily, it did.

"Not sure, signal is too weak, we're lucky we can hear them as it is."

The sound of flesh and bone against metal echoed from the square below him. "Jericho, did you see what I just saw? I think we may have something."

Not waiting for a response, Hunter turned from the street searching for a way to the building. From his height, he could barely see something moving away from the edge of the rooftop. He'd need to improvise. Pulling the bone and blood From the severed head in the street, Hunter forged a makeshift pole from bone. He ran to the other end of the rooftop, as a loud series of sonic blasts caused the earpiece to malfunction, producing a high pitched screech.

"Jericho? Ozpin? Come in. Can anyone hear me?"Digging the earpiece out, he flung it to the ground, silently cursing technology.

Turning back to the other rooftop, he ran towards the edge, driving the pole into the ground and leaping towards the other end of the street, as he sailed over the heads of daily pedestrians and onlookers.

He came in much too low. Shattering a window, he cursed himself for his failure. Looking about the room, he saw several men and women in suits and ties around an oval table. All eyes on him.

"Where's the staircase?"

Timidly a man at the end of the room pointed to a door on the left.

"Proceed with your meeting." Hunter walked through the room to the stairs, throwing the door open.

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The two mercenaries where both surprised and amazed at the sight that stood before them. A lone man, standing among quite a few mangled corpses, the damage done to them was brutal enough to make the bodies unidentifiable. This must have been the work of a Catalyst, or at least some psychotic killer; but those killers are smart enough not to throw a body off a building, so it's definitely the former.

Eve was already calling out "Wow" as she wondered to the closest body, lowering her hand from her sword but not her guard. "This is such a great masterpiece~" She continued, trying her best not to step on a single drop of blood, not because of the usual 'I'm female and this is disgusting.' But, more like, 'I don't want to ruin the painting.'

James left Eve to do her thing as he continued with his little 'talk' with the murderer. "We don't care about glory, so don't worry about that. In fact, I'm not really in the mood to fight, we just came here because we were dragged here by the amazing curse called curiosity," he continued, "Besides, I ate a lot for lunch. And I'm sure you know the feeling when you eat a lot and feel tired..."
Something caught James' attention, a sound only he could hear at the moment, originating below the three. Footsteps, rushing footsteps at that. Along with the smash of a window. "Look what you've done." James directed his voice towards Craven, "You should know that throwing a corpse off the edge of a building would cause some kind of uproar. Now some people are coming up to join us, and the rattling of their gear shows that they aren't civilians."

James turned to Eve, "Get to the door of the staircase and make sure these guys are friendly. I really can't be bothered to fight."
Without a word, Eve nodded and skipped over to the door, proceeding to open it and stand at the doorway. Her hand placed on the hilt of her sword, ready to draw if needed, along with her legs spaced away enough to ensure a fighting stance.

She saved her words for when the people arrived, "Sorry, this place is off limits for a moment. Please come again later." Of course a small giggle accompanied these words.

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"Sorry, this place is off limits for a moment. Please come again later."

The giggling voice echoed down the stairwell. Hunter raced up the stairs, running back and forth as he slowly ascended the building. "Move aside, or else I'll have to act with force." Hunter yelled up the stairs.

Already, Hunter began pulling a small amount of blood from his body, feeling it bleed from the suit and form around him. The light of the setting sun began to pierce the darkness of the stairwell, and Hunter knew he was getting close. Speeding up, he practically pushed himself from the walls halfway up the stairs.

Rounding the final landing, Hunter confronted a feminine silhouette standing at the doorway. Her features were obscured in darkness. With the sun directly behind her, all that could be distinguished was the piercing blue hair, and a sword she dangled by her side. A resistance. A resistance to be met with force and speed.

Without stopping Hunter shaped the blood around his body into small needle-like tendrils, sending a volley of them all towards the silhouette like tiny, furious missiles.

"Move aside now!" He barked, lunging up the final stretch of stairs.

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"Force?" Eve questioned to herself as the bulky body came into view, rushing up the stairs with great speed. It was only one person after all. James must have been hearing other things to say it was multiple, something easy to deal with...

Or so she thought.

With the sudden reddish tendrils extending towards Eve, it became obvious that the interruption included a catalyst. Fuck. This action of course made Eve flinch, more of in anticipation and surprise than fear.

To react, Eve drew her sword and instantly sliced at the tendrils within one clean swing. Quickly jumping back and to the side at the same time with great agility to dodge any she missed, allowing the bulky man to join the others on the rooftop. "Alright, alright. I moved." She called out in reply, her voice showing more enjoyment than obedience.

"Whisper, we got company!"

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Hunter landed upon the rooftop, several small stains of red spreading at his feet. Taking notice of his situation, he saw directly before him, a man, no a creature standing over several bloodied and disfigured corpses, each wearing an outfit not too different than his own. A name came to mind: Craven.

Craven had killed more than a few Foundation personnel, and Hunter swore he wouldn't let himself be added to that list.

On either side of him stood two younger people, each of which both wore a mask. The boy's mask depicted a silenced face on it, while the girl's depicted a face of pure joy. The boy, Whisper, he was called, was unarmed, though that meant little to Hunter, he was associated, therefore he was a threat. The girl still held her sword, blue hair flowing in the wind.

The momentary stillness settled upon the rooftop, as Hunter scanned each one carefully, ready for any move they might make.

"Rather interesting group of people we got here." Hunter announced to the wind, "Almost makes me wish I hadn't woken up today." He paused. "Mind telling me what's going on up here?"

Hunter stood, posture perfect, eyes on all three, with a hand to his hip. Waiting for anything.

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Craven looked on at the man in front of him and the woman who left his side, it was obvious that he was not sure of this instance. However Craven was still enjoying what attention he could get, though James pointed out it wasn't smart to do what had transpired below. Craven smiled with a strange imperialistic grin as he responded "No more hiding.." He exclaimed as he held out the head of the deceased captain, like a prize on display. The talons on the ends of his fingers finding plenty of flesh to dig into. "Sometimes, one must.. lash out to be heard."

His sight twitches, one eye adjusting in his head to fix its view on the woman from before. She jumped from the door and Craven was not surprised to see what came next, they new body belonged to another one of his kind. A Catalyst, if not in soul, then well enough in body. The sight of his long white hair was enough to evoke images of long dead memories, collected from the minds of multiple minds. However the name of such a being hand long since passed into fading thoughts, though it meant little too Craven. He was there now and so were the others, this inclusion made him happy.

"To be surrounded.. by those like me. Is this the feeling of joy?"

A smile breaks widely across Craven's face as he looks back a James, easily showing that the teeth in his mouth were sharp as sin and tightly packed. The worst part being that a second row were growing their way in behind the first set as he spoke, leaning slightly, with a bow to his head.

"Craven..." The hand holding his prize pressed gently against his chest, as if an informal greeting of the most macabre standards.

The wind dies, his coat ceases its flowing gate and the air before stiff with the smell of blood. His smile fades to a more somber gaze, as the flesh covering his features ripples. Appearing like something akin to large worms burrowing underneath, collecting around his right eye and the vanishing into the socket.

Though he had seen and killed many catalyst before, this was the first time a dialog was even possible. "Brothers.. Sister.. "

"I hope you taste.. better then you look."

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James didn't know how to react to this turn of events. On one side was some crazy murderer who seemed to keep a severed head as a trophy, on the other was some bulky weird guy who came in with all that sass. But what was more threatening? Necrophiliac guy, bulky guy or Eve with her sword...

"Nice to meet you, Craven." James finally decided to speak, his voice still as monotone as ever as he slowly pulled his hands out of his pockets, leaving them hang his sides, waiting. And now he had to do something about the new guy, but he couldn't keep his eyes off of Craven.

"That's a nice question you may ask, you're probably here for the same reason we are? Curiosity." James begun explaining, keeping calm as his fingers twitched slightly, as if wanting to be used. "It would be nice if we could keep things civil for now. Wouldn't want more added to these corpses."

Eve kept on guard, her sword pointed towards the man who had first assaulted her. Silent, she thought. Her brain was working hard at grasping the situation, taking every piece of information in and piecing them all together, a way to figure out the best way to act in this situation. Or perhaps an escape route. Both.

"I do apologize, Craven. We are not brothers or sisters here, and I don't really want that to be true either. Also, can I not be called a 'catalyst'? Makes me think I have a purpose." James continued, keeping his eyes on Craven as he spoke while also listening to every single sound the bulky guy would make. Even his heartbeat. "I don't think a failure would taste nice." He finished, insisting of himself being the failure.

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"Civil..." Hunter mulled over the thought a bit. "The world doesn't run on being civil. It always takes an animal and an immoral cause."

Hunter swept his hand across the air, pulling the fresh blood from the dead soldiers into him. Reaching out his hand, a corpse twitched, shuddered, then exploded. The corpse's spine melded together, forming a sword not too different than the one the girl carried. Save one crucial difference: it was made of pure bone.

The sword contorted in his hand till it began to resemble a Roman Gladius. Blood began to fuse around the blade, until it was nothing but a dull red.

"Craven, It seems you find it an honor to be meeting us. As do I. Without this meeting, I never would have been given the chance to end you. You can grow and contort and devour all you want, but my flesh will not be added into the ranks. And I'm going to cleave the flesh of my fallen comrades from you myself." Hunter turned addressing the other two, "Turn away now. Engage, and I shall deal with you as well."

With a sword in one arm, and a river of blood upon the other, Hunter charged at Craven.

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When James gave his slight protest Craven could help but urge a chuckle from the back of his throat. "Understandable.. but you will be at most.. a change to my pallet." Craven hefted the head towards his chest, cupping it in both hands. What follows is a change in his physicality; as his jaw and throat split, leading a large line down the length of his chest and abdomen. The splitting flesh reveals a solid row of teeth on each side and pulsing flesh underneath as his body yawns wide enough to take the head into its maw. Dozens of small meaty tendrils lash out and yank the prize inside, with the maw shutting greedily after. The still air hangs with the sounds of crushing bone and squelched flesh, as the line forms back and closes. Looking as though it never torn to begin with, his jaw being the last to latch back together and set back into place.

"Pity the fool, who loses his head first..."

Craven's body devoured its prize quickly, leaving not so much as a lump in his chest and it was gone in moments. Even now he could feel the former life of the man working its way through him, followed by small snippets of life and visions of his own death at Craven's hands. The rush of knowledge making his head twitch for a moment and the flutter of life passes behind his eyes.

"Apologies Hunter.. I could not find your name before. Apparently it was on the tip of my tongue.."

It was then that Hunter approached him and made his declaration, Craven seeing a duality between the two of them when his powers came to light. Remembering the days of when he was still under the knife of the Foundation and the days when they would use his own blood to make their twisted experiments truth. The idea crossed his mind that Hunter could have possibly been created using his own DNA, but that thought was short.

The sound of tearing cloth and flesh poured out as spines began to grow from Craven's back and a singular, long, thick, shard of bone erupted from his right palm.

He stood forward as Hunter charged, holding his blade aloft and ready to swing it down onto Hunters shoulder. Though he stood in the way, no urge to dodge or parry the incoming attack could be seen in his eyes. Which soon those too did change, glazing over with a thick red sheen as the whites completely disappeared.

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James nodded in agreement to Hunter's words, understanding the sense they make as he quickly mulled over the meaning. He does have a point, but the time it took for Hunter to speak was enough time for Eve to figure out a plan. One could think of James' protests were a form of stalling, keeping everything held back for Eve to get to work.

Suddenly, Hunter started moving, and at the same time Craven was... Transforming? It was an awkward position for James to be in, stuck between two Catalysts who are about to strike at each other. Perhaps this is what Switzerland felt like during the world wars. Without any confirmation from Eve, James had to do something defensively. And so, he raised his arms, ready to do the best thing he knew on keeping himself safe.

However, before James' arms even managed to finished moving, Hunter had already charged past. Targeting Craven. What a lovely turn of events. Confused, James placed his hands back into his pockets and fell back beside Eve, watching as the two were about to clash.

"You found a quick escape?" James asked Eve, keeping his eye on the two catalysts.
"Yeah, there's a lower building to our right. You would easily make the jump. We then do some roof running over 2 buildings before dropping down into an alleyway where we can remove our masks and head off home. Luckily, we're close and our room can be reached by travelling solely through alleyways." Eve explained in reply, showing her great abilities in observation and strategics.
"What if they followed?"
"I doubt it. From what information I managed to grab from the two, they seem more occupied with each other than anyone else. The bulky guy's eyes were kept on Craven, and the same back. You were just some separate entity."
"I'm both insulted and relieved... Let's get going."

With that, the two left the scene with a bang. Literally. A sonic pulse was fired once again from James' feet as he threw himself and Eve off the building, over the road and onto the other. Only to keep going in the exact same route Eve planned, heading home.

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An empty apartment room, well, not that empty. The room was filled with papers, documents and laptops. Along with a sofa, television and double bed, a kitchen was placed in one corner of the room and an en suite bathroom located in a room opposite the kitchen. The room was slightly illuminated by the setting sun as it fell behind the tall buildings of the city.

The main door opened, allowing the two mercenaries to enter. James, a bit out of breath quickly slumped down on the sofa with a sigh, pushing his medium length brown hair back to allow his heterochromic eyes to be easily seen. His green eye seemed to glow a little in the dark room, as if it was filled with energy as a side effect of becoming a catalyst. The other was grey, seemingly black in the lack of light, a boring colour for someone who seemed to be a boring person. Perhaps that's why he covers the green eye, to seem boring, to hide easily.

Eve, on the other hand, stood out like a sore thumb. Her bright blue hair was easily distinguished in the dark room, along with her blue eyes doing the same, their colour was amplified more by the black eyeliner in which she wore. Before heading to the kitchen to prepare some tea, Eve flicked the light switch, allowing the room to become illuminated by the single flickering lightbulb which hung freely from the center of the ceiling.

"So, tomorrow we need to meet our contractor to gain the rest of our payment." James stated, lowering his hand to rest on his leg; allowing his hair to fall back down into it's natural style.
"Yeah, it should be quick and simple unless that guy decides to bring the police with him like last time." Eve replied, speaking a bit louder over the noise of the kettle.
"He didn't seem like the guy to do that, just another spineless corporation worker trying to get rid of a higher because they treated him like shit."
"Our target was also a corrupt bastard who cheated the populace and skipped taxes. It was a good thing to give him an early retirement."
James nodded in agreement, too tired to reply. Or maybe he simply couldn't be bothered.

"By the way." Eve continued as she carried over two cups of tea. Placing one on the cluttered coffee table in front of James and the other beside it before sitting down on the same sofa. "Why did we leave so early?"
James placed his mask on the table behind his tea, quickly causing Eve to do the same after placing her sword on the floor, resting against the side of the sofa. "The way to explained the escape route seemed like we had to leave immediately."
"No, I was just giving you the plan. I wanted to stay back and observe more. That bulky guy seemed interesting."
"He sounded interesting as well. What about Craven?"
"He was even more interesting, I wanna know why he held that head close, like he was celebrating or boasting."
"I suspect mental instability."
"Mental instability or not, there's no way he could murder so many people so brutally without having a single scratch."
"He's a catalyst. That's all."
"I didn't observe any weapons, perhaps he's like you."
"Like me?"
"He could use his body as a weapon, his skill amplified by his ability."

James thought for a moment, only to nod as he took a sip from his tea.
"What do you think about the bulky guy then? He's also a catalyst." Eve continued the conversation,
"He is?"
"When he attacked me because I was blocking his way. There were some red tendril things fired out at me, they were breakable, but were still tough."
James thought some more, humming a little as he worked his brain; "Then why carry a weapon?"
"From what I observed, the bulky guy is well trained and disciplined. He could be a member of Horizon or the Insurgency."
"He's from Horizon."
Eve quickly sat forward and turned her head towards James, her face filled with confusion, "How did you work that out?"
"It's simple. Both Horizon and the Insurgency are aware of my existence, only the Insurgency is aware of yours. However, only the Insurgency know our styles and our masks. He didn't recognize us because we were wearing masks, so he must be from Horizon."
"That still doesn't make sense, he could be a new member to the insurgency."
"Remember when we randomly disappeared from the insurgency? I doubt they would let that slide without any investigation."
"That still doesn't explain anything..."
"'Here's a picture of their faces and their masks. When you're out on a mission or on time off, please keep an eye out for them.' Or something like that."
"Oh. I see..."

The two sat back in silence for a moment, drinking their tea slowly, silently enjoying their time before James' words finally broke the silence once more;
"I have a feeling we'll meet those two again."

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A day had passed since the strange encounter with other Catalysts, a cruel reminder that there are others out there, that they are dangerous being. And not all are nice...

James and Eve was travelling through the overcrowded streets of The Crown once more. James carried a large, long bag while Eve walked with a slight skip in her step, something close to the scene from yesterday. There was one major difference though, the two were not relaxed. In fact, they were on a job. Well, more like finishing a job.

The two turned and headed through a small alleyway situated between two buildings, the alleyway turned several times and twisted around until reaching an old, abandoned building. It was small, falling apart and placed in the dead center of several more modern buildings, hidden from the real world and left to fall apart. Something that made the two mercenaries feel at ease, comforted; this could go into some more deep psychological shit so it's best to keep going.

Before the two entered the building, James pulled out their respective masks and applied them. Inside, a slightly overweight man stood, swaying side to side with anxiety as he bit on the nail of his thumb. The man was wearing a full on office suit, with a suitcase held in the free hand.
"Got the money?" James spoke out, his voice echoed through the building as he came into vision of the man, wearing his usual attire and mask.
"Ah, Whisper! I do!" The man replied, his voice shaken as he held the suitcase up in Whisper's direction. Only for it to be grabbed by the masked Eve, she spun around the room as if it was some kind of dance as she looked through the suitcase.
"Yes, that's all of it." Eve confirmed as she suddenly appeared next to James, the suitcase held in one hand.
"Right, it was a pleasure working for you. We had fun. Especially with the knowledge that you hired us to take someone out just so you can climb up the ladder of business. A very dirty move." James spoke, it would seem that he's trying to make a conversation, but at the same time trying to end the conversation.
The man giggled a little, feeling a bit awkward due to James' accurate words.
"This is not a laughing matter." James quickly spoke louder than usual, quickly pausing the man's giggles and grabbing his attention. Only for the man to see one last inhuman thing before his body was thrown across the room. The limbs and head were cut off with perfect slices, with the cuts forming a circle shape if you were to join the lines.

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Vanessa happened to be watching James and Eve as they left the building. Vanessa remembered that she had that meeting with Lucille, but it won't be until a few hours later. She was also expecting a reply from the Chaos Insurgency. But right now, she was to try and get some hired guns for her. These two were the perfect fit, businesslike, unpredictable, but precise, she needed those attributes.

She briefly concentrates, then turns her hair to an auburn shade. She happened to be wearing red and black today and brought sunglasses with her. She takes a sheet of paper, wrote a message into it, and folds it into an airplane, she then has a few strands of her hair detach from her scalp and tie themselves onto the plane. She devised this device to carry the message to the duo, with the psychically controlled strands of hair able to manipulate its flight path so that it persistently followed them.

The message itself was to say that Vanessa would become a regular client for them, but it also had a test, it would challenge the two to find one of her associates, or as the message didn't say, Vanessa herself, and notify the associate that they wish to work for her. The message was signed under another name, Artemis.

Vanessa then readies the message and throws it, with the paper airplane being guided by the hair.

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As the two mercenaries walked on, both raising their arms to remove the mask, there was a reaction. James quickly stopped in his tracks, lowering his arms as a signal for Eve to do the same. Keeping the masks on their heads. James quickly turned to look behind him, staring off into the distance, looking...

"What is it?" Eve questioned, also attempting to see what James is trying to,
"Unnatural noise." James answered as he quickly moved his arms to catch the paper airplane perfectly, leaving no signs of damage on the paper. James unfolded the airplane carefully, trying not to damage anything, only to speak one thing; "Eve, what's the source?"

Eve looked around, her face making a confused expression under the mask. "I don't know..."
"Don't fuck with me now,"
"No, seriously." She pointed upwards, "The velocity, trajectory, weight, air resistance, gravity, wind speed and direction don't add up. This is not a natural flying plane. It's been controlled."
"Another catalyst?"
"It could be, or perhaps some special trained paper plane thrower." Eve giggled,
"Right." James sighed as he took a few steps forward, listening carefully to the surroundings; "Eve, simulate, quietly."

"Oi, what are you doing, Artemis?" James called out, directing his voice around the area, "We don't take a job without gaining a preliminary payment. And you didn't really explain our job either. It's easier to just come out and talk to us, or else we'll just find you."

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Vanessa hears James's remark and simply comes into view, "Impatient, aren't we?" She asks, "So you're interested in my jobs, eh?

Vanessa then takes a small purse from a hiding spot and pulls out 500 dollars in unmarked 10 dollar bills, "This is simply a preliminary payment, I've got more rewards in store," she then holds it out, as if expecting one of them to take it with speed, "And it's more like a series of jobs, I've got goals to attain, goals that I cannot reach on my own."

She then looks to Eve, "Tell me," she begins, "Is blue hair a trend these days?"

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James quickly moved his glance towards Artemis, keeping silent as he quickly judged her appearance, taking everything into consideration while also depending on Eve's observation to point out anything of danger;

"We don't deal with any shit that drags on to long, thanks." James stated, placing his hands back into his pockets as he turned his body to face the new contractor, "We take any job in which we can perform."

His glance was quickly pulled by the appearance of a small purse, the contractor had already revealed 500 dollars and held it out, expecting the money to be taken. "I'm pretty sure we're worth more than 500 dollars, it takes a lot to prepare for these jobs you know." James explained, pacing a few steps closer to Artemis as he did so, ignoring the statement of the jobs. There's no point listening to jobs that can't be paid or performed.

As the small conversation took place, Eve managed to work out several scenarios, unable to reach a true conclusion due to the new character's mystery. There was no weapons to be seen, no means of hostility or defense, this girl may be a true contractor, or the police got better.

"I've been born with this hair." Eve replied, her face smiling underneath the already smiling mask, "I'm not sure if there's a trend though," She giggled, her head tilted to the side as she placed her hands behind her back.

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"There's plenty at stake," Vanessa added, pulling out an additional 500 dollars, "Dreams to be made, nightmares to create, realities to be broken. That's why I'm asking for your regular employment, what I have planned can't be done in one single job. It's like a surgeon working a scalpel, he must be precise, delicate, cut enough to see what is going on, but not enough to be considered, 'invasive.' That's what these jobs require, and you two have the precision I need. I was once a hunter myself, but those days are gone, but my plans aren't over."

They could both see that she was observing them as well, "Please excuse me, I seem to be rambling on. There's one job I want you to perform, somewhere here in the Crown, there's a minor research lab, at the top levels, there's a guard that begins patrol at 10:50 p.m., I want you to dispose of just that guard at exactly 11:20 p.m. Does that sound like a good offer?"

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Dreams, nightmares, realities. Those words were very interesting words, especially in the context they were used. These kind of things is what Whisper wanted in the long run. The reason why they kill even their clients if things were of evil intent. The world has enough corruption in it as is, people being unable to deal with their own problems of evil don't deserve to exist.

"It depends on your plans, we refuse to join any organisation." James replied, he took more steps closer to Artemis, carefully grasping the money held out towards the two as the job was explained more. "This is just a preliminary payment, once the job is complete, we want the rest."

"But why an exact time?" Eve questioned, staring straight into Artemis' eyes as she did so. "I slightly understand the reason of taking this guy out, but I don't understand why we need an exact time to act."

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"The reason is simple, obvious once you think about it," Vanessa explains, "I've studied this facility, I know how it functions, all the way down to an individual's heartbeat. The guard I mentioned makes his return to the lower levels at 11:43, then at 11:50, he is to be relieved. Your opportunity arises at 11:18, when he stops to scratch, he probably has hives. As for the organization, you will remain unaffiliated, you're working for me, not them. As for your reward, expect the money by midnight. Now... For Emperia City?"

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James stood on the spot, holding the money in one hand with the other still in his pocket. This pocketed hand quickly raised up and pointed towards Artemis, the fingers moved into a gun shape, "Bang..." Was the only word James spoke, leaving the surrounding area silent for a moment, nothing happened.
"...This is how easy it would be to take you out. You should be more defensive, cautious. Or not, I don't care."

Eve stayed quiet as she watched the conversation from a few steps back, "This girl is observant," She thought, "With the ability to find exact times, this kind of observation can be considered superior. But then again, it depends."

"This girl, she has something to hide..."