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Jericho Maddox

"I wasn't born, I was built. Sarcasm and all."

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a character in “The Catalysts”, originally authored by Jorxio, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

Jericho Maddox
("Project Justice, reporting for duty.")


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Nickname: Project Justice / Jay / Lab Rat
Code Name: Arsenal
Gender: Male




Height: 6'0"
Weight: 165 lbs
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual





Allegiance: The Horizon Foundation



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Abilities: Weapon Copying


-Jericho has the ability to create weapons from energy. After having his hands on the weapon, he sends a surge of energy through it. This analyzes the weapon, and brings the information back to him, where it is stored. Using this power, Jericho can generate and multiply weapons from pure energy. Whether it's a gun or a blade, he can create it, as long as he's analyzed it once before. This gives him a very wide arsenal of weapons and tools at his disposal at nearly any given time.

-His arsenal also has two different sides to it; Lethal and Non-Lethal. When his energy is glowing blue, that means he'll be maki g non-lethal weapons. These are easier to make, and range to things such as batons and other blunt weapons. Non-lethal guns use less solid bullets for ammunition, that burst on impact. Non-lethal weapons can be very painful, but are less fatal and used most of the time for suppression.

-Lethal weapons live up to their name. These weapons are made when energy is built up until Jericho glows with red instead of blue. They cost a bit more to generate, but range to the heavier weapons; explosives, penetrating energy bullets, and the like.

Note - IN SHORT: The bigger the weapon, the more energy it needs, and the more it drains from Jericho.



Weakness(es) - Energy Charging

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- Just because Jericho has a weapon scanned, doesn't mean he can instantly use it. His energy needs to be built up. This is done by being in conflict for longer. As adrenaline builds, so does his energy. In normal situations, he won't be able to generate anything bigger than a knife, or a non-lethal pistol.


- Energy Weapon's are Energy

- This fact makes his weapons rather fragile. They can easily be broken if knocked out of his hand, where they will burst in nothingness.


- Build Time

-The larger the weapon, the more time it takes to analyze, and the more it takes to generate.






Personal Description:

Jericho has silvery, nearly snow-white hair, in complete contrast to his dark skin tone. His usual attire consists, firstly, with a leather jacker. Belt straps cover the arms of said jacket, and it's usually only zipped up halfway. The leather trend continues as he wears fingerless biker's gloves. Pants are a jet-black pair of jeans, buckled by a belt. Finally, he stands ready for any job with his black combat boots.





History:

-Jericho began as an experiment by the Chaos Insurgency as they tried their hand at manipulating the Catalyst gene, codenamed, "Project Justice.". He was to be crafted into a walking army, where they would then hope to re-create the power in a style of 'Gene Mass-Production.' In a few years, it may have been possible, but the Chaos Insurgency didn't count on one wild variable; Lucielle Thorn, who destroyed everything and everyone upon her escape. With the Insurgency severly crippled, and Jericho released prematurely, and the research destroyed everything seemed ruined...So, Jericho didn't stick around.

This is the point where Jericho simply went digging for himself. Tried to figure out the world, and where he was to fit in. This large absense has only his own words to testify for. In the end, this blank spot in the story is filled by only his own wordswords, which many criticize to be vague.

"I made contact with the Chaos Insurgency. I learned a thing or two...One thing being, I want nothing to do with the Chaos Bastards that made me like this. "


Though many along side him believe there was more to it than that, he took this information to Horizon Foundation, who he joined up with. They looked further into his project, and with their help, Jericho unlocked his powers to a much larger extent, as well as began to learn much more about the situation they were in. With the firm belief that a war was brewing, Jericho Maddox fell in line rather quickly. Jericho helps as a part of a one-man mobile task force, used to stop any further escapes of catalysts, and as an offensive force against other factions.





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So begins...

Jericho Maddox's Story

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#, as written by Jorxio
"...For the most part? Yeah, we're all good over here. The nerds are on body cleanup, and the E.C.P.D apparantly don't have anything solid. We're golden over here, no thanks to you."

"..."

"I kept my head down, trust me."

"..."

"Not yet, no. They said they're looking into it. Retracing guns, equipment, all that good stuff. By the looks of it, we'll have our culprits if everything works out.

"Oh, and from all the technical talk I heard, it sounds like it wasn't just an attack. It was a raid!"

"..."

"No...No, I don't know the difference. Something about being covert. By the looks of the stains on the wall, they're not that great at it."

"..."

"I never said there wasn't a mess! I said we were on body cleanup!"

"..."

"I told you! I didn't make a peep. I let the other guys handle it, just like you wanted. Didn't get invovled. Take my word for it."

"..."

"My word is worth more than anything in this building! ...Alright, alright. If anything pops up, I'll be sure that one of the eggheads send the word."

"..."

"...I promise. I won't make any moves unless you guys tell me to. Tru-."


"Get...off!"

Shush! The narks are on the line! ... Nothing! Look, I've got one last casuality to take care of. Maddox, out!

Jericho tapped his ear-piece, before wrestling it from his ear. It skipped across the ground as he tossed it across the pristine tile floors of the Horizon Lab's second floor. Held up within one of the labaratory rooms, Jericho was (honestly) in charge of cleanup duty from the morning's commotion. It fell somewhere in the rules of, 'you make the mess, you clean it.' And boy, did Jericho make a mess. It was shaping up to be a rather drull, pain in the ass. A waste of perfectly good talent. That was until a bit of 'interest' began to crawl across the floor with a gold ball sized hole in its leg. His cleaning was interupted by a call from the 'higher'ups' of the Horizon Foundation, which he believes was handled rather well. That aside...it was back to cleaning.

His gazed dropped downward, staring at the floor. Under Jericho's heel was one of the invaders from the raid, cloaked in black kevlar, stained red from the waist down. He squirmed and writhed, obviously not having much strength left, but still, Jericho lashed downward with a stomp into the man's leg, coaxing out a sharp yelp of pain. The kind that, even thought his face was masked, you had to guess was accompanied by tears. The intruder bit back the pained yells to a seething groan as he groped down at Jericho's boot. All the while, Mr. Jericho Maddox was staring down, his face the same as a person who was scolding their young. One that said, 'I told you so.'

"Okay, I'm going to ask again. Why were you and you buddies here? What were you after?"

"Gah! Don't,,,Ack! A raid! I said...a raid, Horizon's tech!"

"That's old news. I want you to be specific! Why were you here, damnit? Think about your next answer."

[b] "...I can't...They'd know. They'd kill me, I know it!"

"...Fine...I'll just save them the trouble, I guess. "


As Jericho spoke, his hand began to lower down to his hip, flickers of bright orange energy beginning to slowly course. The flickers began to grow in frequency, moving like electricity surging through a circuit. It flowed, and it sparked, and the color grew deeper and deeper, until it was a crimson red. Bit by bit, the energy began to take shape, moving repetatively until it took a solid form; a glock, glowing like neon in Jericho's hand. The intruder stared with fear in his eyes, but before even the slightest thing, beyond stammering out a plea of mercy, the artificial firearm exploded with a blaze from its muzzle. The bright energy exploded, taking a fine bit of the man's head along with it. The bullet wound was a sizzling, burned out hole through his skull, and a new mess on the floor to be cleaned.

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With the new, limp body slung over his shoulder, Jericho stepped down into the first floor of Horizon Labs. By the looks of it, everything was finally all clear. What was once a mess of blood and bulletholes in the expensive walls, was quickly back to looking like normal. However, the staff was still buzzing about, trying to get things back in order. There were reports to make, new files to create, people to contact, and research to be done. So, what better way to contribute to it all than staying out of the way? Jericho laid the body onto a stretcher, leaving it to be dealt with. All the rest of the corpses were rushed down to the basment, along with the rest of the secrets that the Horizon Foundation wouldn't let Jericho see just yet. Perhaps it was because of rank, or perhaps it was because of parinoia. All Jericho knew was that he wasn't allowed down there, and apparantly an assault on the building wasn't about to change that fact. Instead, Maddox was laying in wait with his ears open, waiting for a target. Waiting for a move that he could.

The setting changes from Horizon Labs to Emperia City

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Hunter awoke to the sound of gunfire. He opened his eyes to the smell of blood. Fresh blood.

By the time his door opened, he was already dressed and armed. The door opened to a familiar face.

"Ozpin, what happened out there? And, more importantly," Hunter stepped towards the researcher, "why wasn't I notified?"

"Calm down Mr. Thorn. You'll be briefed upon that in a moment. But, until then, we have more serious issues we need to discuss."

Hunter followed Ozpin down throughout the facility, dodging between workers and avoiding stains. Reaching a small room in the back, Ozpin keyed into the Horizon's security feed. "This is after the raid, just after law enforcement arrived." Ozpin fell silent, letting the footage play out.

It showed an girl, perhaps middle-aged or younger, breaking through a window and breaching a classified door. Several minutes passed, and soon the woman reappeared, tucking away a flash-drive into her collar, before leaving out the window.

"Was she connected to the attack?"

"Unkown at the moment, but sources suggest against it."

"And whoever it was, they knew who we are, and knew how to get through several security measurements."

"Counter measure systems were deactivated at this time."

"What for?"

"A Trojan."

Hunter nodded, understanding. "False data?"

"Exactly. Hopefully it will lead us to whoever that is, or whoever tried to attack us. And, before you ask," Ozpin cut Hunter off, "Mr. Maddox will be debriefing you. He should be on the main floor. I'll wait here for incoming data."

"Understood." Hunter stepped out of the room, into the main level where he saw a familiar face loading a body onto a cart. Things were starting to heat up around here.

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Once again, the building seemed back to its usual forte; busy work and researching. Neither of which being the concern of Jericho, he simply watched the colony of nerds buzz about in their usual fashion, while he lulled about in his own usual fashion. In honesty, he was laying in wait, waiting for that vital information to drift through the air that he could act upon, but nothing seemed to come up. With every glance over anyone's shoulder, it was nothing but tracing, and researching, and all the other things that Jericho wasn't capable of helping with. It was simply agony, letting the adrenaline in his body slowly fade into boredom. Without a doubt, the longest ten minutes of his life.

Leaning up against the cart that held the fresh corpse, Jericho's glances darted around, until a new sight was closing in towards him. The sight of Hunter, near to fully geared out, was enough to coax Jericho into his usual, razor-sharp grin.

"Did we wake you, motherfucker?" He said as Hunter approached, sending a nod of acknowledgment towards the guy.

Jericho leaned off the cart, taking a small half-step out of the way. He assumed that Hunter would at least be interested in seeing what the enemy had looked like...Of course, he'd just have to imagine the poor fellow without the smoldering hole in his noggin. It was even still warm.

"Man, Hunter, boy. You missed it. These bastards tried to hit us. Guns blazing, police sirens...Just, everything went to shit for a minute."

"By the way, where the hell were you during this whole debacle? You really picked a bad time to catch up on your beauty sleep, you know that?"

"Oh, but look...You're all decked out, ready for that fighting that you missed. You weren't asleep, were you? You were busy matching your body armor to your combat-boots, yeah? Don't bother answering that, I've gotta tell you how it all went down. Hold your questions and comments for a second, you chatter-box. Geez."

"While you were busy getting dressed, we had a bit of an...infestation. Dirty weasels were going in incognito, until this place started going up in alarms. Oh, and then! Then, they had the stones to try muscling their way through the corridors...but, of course, that's when I arrived on the scene, and...Well, you can see for yourself the mess THAT shootout made.
Jericho concluded, patting the kevlar coated corpse for emphasis.

Jericho seemed to rattle on and on, never stopping to take a breath, and cutting of any chance for an interuption in his speaking. If there was anything that the man was good at, it was talking. Of course, like everything Jericho ever said, the story came out sounding more like gloating than an actual recap. Especially with his smile plasted across his face.

"And now...We're here. Just waiting for someone to give me a name, or a target...Oh! Did they tell you who did it yet? Who was it, man? Who was it? Who's got the bollocks big enough to come messing with the Horizon? It was the Insurgency, wasn't it?" He asked, a tad too full of arrogance and fury as he began to loom over Hunter, an angry glare mounting.

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After word had passed through about the newest intrusion, and about Ozpin's newest lead, Jericho had declared this a 'mission start' and dispatched himself into the city. In other words, Jericho listened to a good half of what the tracer had to say to him, before he bolted for The Crown.

Among the others of the city, Jericho stuck out a good bit. His powder-white hair aside, his face had made it's fair share of appearances on the news. They were always brief, seeing as Jericho being on the scene was nothing but a headache for the Horizon Foundation. As of now, he's nothing more than a quickly covered-up secret.

As he walked the streets, closing in on what he took as his destination, Jericho figured it was only right to try getting something coordinated. He lifted his fingers to his ear, tapping on the ear-piece that Ozpin had fixed up for him. Before any news was shared, Ozpin made Jericho put it in. Most likely, it was due to the fact that Jericho had a good record of taking off when he had everything he thought necessary.

Quite a smart move, by a smart dude.

"Maddox is on the scene...Hope you're ready for this Horizon sponsored action!"

"Hunter. Can you hear me? You got anything yet, man? I've got nothing down here. Everyone looks suspicious!"

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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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P A N D O R A

Pandora made her way through the busy streets of The Crown, and unlike herself she wasn't pushing her way through the crown or making the people move out of her way. She was smarter than that. She had already spent too much time in that tech bar before she realized the data was faked and she knew how the Foundation was... They had that information on their radar and they were just waiting for the fish to bite, and she bite. Pandora had no choice but to play it cool and blend in with the commoners, because she was almost certain that they were probably watching her.

As she continued down the sidewalk, she passed an outdoor cafe. Seeing a hooded coat on the back of a chair, Pandora stealthily reached her right hand out, grabbing the jacket as she walked past. With a swift movement, she slipped the coat on, then pulled the hood over her head which masked a majority of her face aside from her mouth. She knew she couldn't stay in the crown for much longer without being detected. Many people in this city knew who she was or of her, and moving around without being noticed is a difficult task to accomplish for long. The only place she could think to go where she might go unnoticed for a decent amount of time as The Shattered House in the Ascension Perish. Not many dared to go there because the building due to the unsafe status of the collapsing building. This was her best chance.

Slipping her hands into the pocket of the jacket, Pandora weaved through the crowd as she made her way towards the Perish in a stead pace. Pandora never had the best timing, and when she glanced up slightly from under the hood, her dark eyes locked on a male who had his index finger pressed to his ear. She could only assume that he was communicating to others... he looked like a Horizon member. Pandora had to fight every urge she had to come off suspicious, when all she wanted to do was run for an alleyway and disappear underground. Attempting her best to seem like anyone walking down the street, she slowly turned her gaze back in the direction she was walking, keeping her same pace.

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"Aaaand there we go. Give em hell, boys."

Jesse's voice spoke to no one in particular as the malicious trojan ran havok over the Foundation's piss-poor security system. Mercs and overzealous warriors stood at the ready, storming Horizon headquarters as soon as it's defences were down, right under the watching eyes of The 9th Whisperer, streaming live footage from a near-by street camera. Really, it was surprising how vulnerable the city security systems were. Whether it was police station records, the Emperian city cameras, the city's power grid, corporate accounts of big-wig billionaires, or the slightly better but not as good Horizon Foundation security.

Their strength was the fact that they knew they sucked. Hence their backup security, isolated networks, old computers, and paper documents. The foundation still held decent documents in their original network but none of the really good stuff. Hence the raid, to take them down and steal said documents.

As Jesse held a cigarette to her lips, she thought they'd make it out after thirty minutes. After three hours and ten cigs later it the MCF merc team didn't leave alive.

Jesse growled under her breath before taking a deep inhale. While she was inside the Manna Charitable Foundation HQ, she made sure to stay at her office, sit at her multi-monitor computer and respond to the higher ups egg-heads around her had no idea existed. She pulled up a front monitor from the direct sight of Horizon HQ to type at a status report with the failure of the original mission.

Of course that wasn't the only plan. Jesse implanted a second trojan as well, a "sleeper". Well-encrypted so it wouldnt be picked up by anti-virus software and non-malicious so it wouldn't crash the system. While they're busy trying to get rid of the Big Bad First Trojan, tracking it through multiple proxies in China, Russia, the Walmart four blocks away where Jesse is nowhere to be seen, The Sleeper Trojan lays low and quietly funnels info through proxies in ten countries before coming in through the MFC's Virtual Private Network where Jesse collects her info under her internet pseudonym.

Granted it's not perfect, sure the Horizon foundation aren't the best but they're not idiots, especially when the first trojan one was so obvious. There's bound to be some false info in there but that's alright. Not like that could ever cause confusion in their own ranks, especially if it's re-uploaded into personal computers and emailed through their boss' computer which someone could could hack into. Eventually, after they falsely track the first trojan to Walmart, they'll get rid of it, start using the network again and the Sleeper would take any info they typed in.

Not bad for someone who's two weeks in their new job at the MFC.

After detailing plans of sabotage and focusing on future successes, she noticed the complete black figure duck into the alley beside the Horizon HQ on the left monitor. It was odd, wearing black from bear head to toe in the middle of the afternoon. Her head cocked to the right monitor, expecting the figure to come out the other hand, all the more confused.
For about five minutes. Nothing. "This is starting to get shady, She thought half-way in until the figure came out of the alley. She was running but then came to a complete halt and started walking. People got out of her way. City camera after city camera followed her step, difficult as it was. Quality wasn't as much a concern and Jesse could swear she was doing her best to stay just at the peripherals of them.

A stop at a bridge as someone brushed past the mysterious black figure. Tall and skinny in blacks and reds. She made sure to screencap it, and went to one of the phones.

"Jason? I'm gonna send you the feed for the city camera #59 at 3:30:29. Trace the black figure on the right as far as you can and screencap anything suspicious."

"Gotcha Jess."

As soon as she hung up, she looked back to find the mystery figure jumping from the bridge, panicked, Jesse started going through multiple cameras to pick up her position. It wasn't until Camera #130 she got a feed of her again. This was a fucking catalyst, right in her sights, right in blurry shitty city camera. No human could have made a drop like that and walk away good as new, at least not without any tech. It could be one of their people. She had to be sure.

The figure ducked into a tech bar at The Crown, and Jesse got to work again. Internet Cafe's and that sort were the easiest to break into, the problem was all the individual terminals.

"Come on, God, Number 8"
The camera light for the Eighth terminal lit up despite no-one using it. and a perpindular view of the event in question, appeared before her eyes in the monitor's camera. With a resolution that didn't make her eyes bleed, she saw the profile of the figure, resembling a woman in black, armed to the teeth with weapons, throwing something at the monitor of terminal #20.

Pandora. Every moment screencapped, face and all. looking through the screencaps until she could find the right one, she realized, it was a red USB.
Her hands flew over the keyboard, and she found herself at the lit-up camera of Terminal #20's monitor. She broke the display and not the camera atop it.

Jess made sure that both streams were being recorded and left.

I'm going to go deal with some trash." Jesse remarked as she left the office with her laptop in tow. "If anything happens, update me on it!" she said before they could object. She was overstepping the bounds of her "official" job description and getting ready for her new duties.

The red four person pickup truck wasn't exactly brand new, the odd ding here and there, about five years of work put into it. She opened the back and saw her normal stash of supplies in the backseat, under a black blanket. Some C4, grenades, various explosives, spare hardware, more blankets and a simple yet elegant disguise.

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She pulled into the spot close to the tech bar, right in The Crown, dressed up in a "TechGeek" T-shirt and matching cap, remnants from her first job doing tech support and fixing people's computers. Wisps of smoke escaped her mouth and twisted in the air as she figure how to give Horizon their little surprise back.

She fished around for an identitcal red USB, (there was always about six inside her car, when her work cell started ringing, holding it to her ear as she took a knife and started to get busy.

"What's going on?"

"You can't just go out like that! Leave it to the professionals and leave now."

A flick of the knife ripped open the copy-cat USB, leaving Jesse to push a white clay like substance inside amidst the hardware the small toothpick sized detonator pushed into the C4.

"Any reason why?"
"We're spotting some Horizon individuals going in the area right now."

"Perfect." She smiled, as she pushed in the plastic red casing for the USB, coming together with a satisfying click and hanging up. The Dummy explosive USB was ready.

Jesse pushed her through the sidewalk right into the scene of the location. Heading right to the cashier, she casually lied, saying the manager called to have her pick up the broken equipment and the fresh-faced guy let her go. They cleaned up a lot of the glass but she could still see the red of the USB, right at the back of the monitor's case. Wrapping the entire thing, in a black blanket to make sure she didn't get cut, she carried it out, expecting to be stopped by some Horizon bastard. Not ambushed, hell, they might have been evil but they weren't idiotic enough to go guns blazing at a simple computer repair person.

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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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"...I'm down the street from the place, captain-general. Why do you guys always go for the complicated version of details? Saves time-"

At this moment, Ozpin cut in, and faded before Jericho could even yell at him about it. As the sounds of torment and possible murder played in his ear, Jericho surveyed the streets, giving each person he passed their own, personalized glare. No one seemed too free of suspicion, seeing as Jericho didn't trust anyone as far as he could toss them.

The voices went back and forth, and Hunter's voice even resurfaced, but Jericho was slowly losing interest. As his eyes wandered at the passing people, his eyes finally latched onto something. He craned his head as he stared directly into another set of eyes, peering from under a black hood. The rest was veiled, in both fabric, and curiosity. As she seemed notice him, she slipped her look away...and Jericho pressed his harder...but just as he made a move, his ear erupted in the sharp, crackling noise of technology frying.

Jericho growled, in part from the deafening noise, and part from feeling he could be saying 'I told you so,' to Ozpin.

"Son of a bitch! Gah...Ozpin? Hunter?"

"Guys!?"

"...God damnit...Alright, the tech-bar is now a one man job."
He monologued to himself for a moment, just a bit over a mumble, before his attention turned back to the task at hand. Whatever Hunter just went after, would be his problem. Jericho had an intruder to 'speak' with. By the time his sights were reset, the hooded figure was past him, both on the street, and within his own mind. He began his stride again, but it was hesitant. Jericho gave one last glance over his shoulder, before pressing onward.

...Shifty bastards all over.

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Pandora took a deep breath when she noticed his body begin to shift in her direction, preparing for the worst. She wasn't in the mood for much confrontation, and getting herself caught or starting a brawl in the heart of the city is a hard way to stay under the radar. She began to slowly remove her right hand from the pocket of her jacket, reaching down to hike up the hem of the jacket. And just as she was about to grasp the hilt of her gun, Pandora over heard an ear bleeding screech come from his ear piece. Sweet relief.

The second she heard the male begin to shout into the piece of technology, she knew she only had a split second to disappear from sight before his sight relocked upon her. So with a quick and swift movement, Pandora ducked into the nearest door to her right. Once the door was shut she realized she was in someone's residence, the owners sitting right before her on the couch. Moving quickly, she ripped off the jacket, and tossed a coin purse towards the man of the house, "I was never here." She than ran throw the hallway towards the back end of the house, entering the small bathroom. Leaning over the sink, she raised up the window before backing up into the hallway. "You got this Pandora... you got this." she whispered to herself as she bounced back and forth from one foot to the other before sprinting towards the tiny window above the sink. Once hitting the doorway to the bathroom, she dove towards the window, closing her eyes and holding her breath.

If Pandora were an inch bigger she wouldn't have made it, but she dived through the tiny window with ease. Just as her waist cleared the frame she tucked her body inward, coming to land on the concrete in a tucked roll. Her body's moment kept her moving, until her momentum was halted as she slammed into a dumpster with an ouff. Wanting nothing more than to take a breather, Pandora reluctantly pushed off the ground, running down the alleyway. Once coming upon a fire escape, she jumped up to grab the ladder and hoist herself up. Once on the old metal staircase, she darted up them, taking them 4 steps at a time. Upon reaching the roof, she slicked back her short brunette hair, contemplating her next move.

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With not much more than a brief surveying of the streets for the mysterious set of eyes that he had just connected with, Jericho relocked his sights on the original matter at hand; the Tech-Bar. Of course, that strange staredown was fresh in his mind, and losing contact with the crew was a bit worrying, but all of that was nothing but guesses and uncertainty. For now, he stuck to possibly finding the real threat, and possibly the ba stars who dared to open fire on him. Who cares if Hunter may possibly be dead by now...
.
...It was time for some detective work.

Jericho eyed up the place briefly, watching the people nearby slowly dissipate back into normality. A few seemed to have been entertained by some sort of spectacle, and a bit of chatter flew by, but other than that, everything was calm out front. Nothing out of the ordinary...except for himself at this point. Jericho wasn't sure what to expect, but it was certainly more than this.

"Nerd-Haven doesn't seem wildly active...or evil...or interesting."

"Alright...Let's get interrogative."


Jericho began to step towards the doors, only to be backed up by a black square pushing towards him. A worker was carrying out, what one could only assume, to be a busted computer. To him, that was the only suspicious thing so far. And, who knows, someone on the job might have seen something. Jericho leaned backwards on the door, propping it open and letting the repairman out, before finally speaking up.

"Hey, buddy. What happened to the computer? Jericho questioned with a mix of nonchalant curiosity, and totally chalant nosiness.

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It was up there on the roof that Pandora finally realized her mistake... how could she be so stupid. She had to double check to be sure, reaching under the collar of her suit her fingers fumbled around and returned with nothing. She fell to a squatting position, pushing her hands back through her short hair as she shouted, "FUCK!" She then brought her hands to cup over her mouth and nose as she attempted to keep herself stable. She had 2 options. Continue one without the data or try to go back for it. Either one had many issues and neither one would end well for her. She had already caused many issues that day, and returning to the insurgency empty handed would not go over well... high rank or not. Then if she went back she could possibly retrieve it either walking away successful and unnoticed, not likely, or get chased to hell and back. She knew there was a Trojan in it, but it doesn't mean she could find someone to pay or threaten to hack past it. Someone with more knowledge than her.

Pandora hated making decisions, especially when she didn't have much time to make them. With that her palms moved to push off her knees as she stood upright, taking a deep breath. "Oh god, you're fucking crazy..." speaking under her breath to herself as she cracked her knuckles, then her neck. "One day I'm going to get myself killed." And with that she took off in a sprint towards the edge of the building. Reaching the ledge, she pushed off it with her right foot, jumping over the side of the building, plummeting down the alleyway from the 10 story high rooftop. Landing on her hands and feet in a pre-running position, she used it to her advantage pushing off the stone alleyway heading towards the road.

Skidding to a halt as she neared the road once again, she leaned her back against the adjacent building. Peaking out, Pandora saw that she was on the opposite side of the tech-bar. Lucky direction choice. At least that foundation member wouldn't be looking in this direction for her. Pandora's eyes glanced around quickly until they locked upon the member who was holding open a door for some techy that was taking a computer out of the bar... The one she smashed. Her eyes widened as she saw the small red flash drive sticking out from under the black cover.

Slipping into the crowd, Pandora kept a low profile as she weaved through people coming up behind the males. She didn't really know what she was going to do... How could she even try to get the flash drive without being noticed by either of them. She could try and flirt her way, but she knew that wouldn't work. The one had already seen her and Pandora flirts about as well as Hannibal Lecter. She had 2 options once again, wait for an opportune moment or just go balls to the wall. And with that she took one large breath as she reached down, unholstering her pistol from her right thigh. Bringing the gun up, she locked her arms and aimed straight at the male's hand that held the computer. With her finger on the trigger she shouted, "MOVE!" getting all the civilians to dart out of her way. And just as she had a peak of a clear shot, her finger pulled back on the trigger. With a loud BANG the bullet flew through the air towards the techy's hand.

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Just as Jesse pushed through the door, sticking the dummy red usb under her hands the blank blanket, she felt the weight of the door lift, and delighted for the assistance, wore a toothy grin.

The voice, however, caused her to turn her head faster then what she would have done for a normal person, and she paused once she layed her eyes on Jericho. She'd heard the voice and seen the face before, multiple times, always from afar, on a monitor and now here was a catalyst Jericho, right in front of her. She knew bits and pieces, he could create weapons out of light, but to what extent and possibilities Jesse knew far less of.

Face-to-face with an Catalyst. Somehow she expected the encounter to be more bizarre, like standing in front of an alien animal with mannerisms and logic as inhuman as their abilities. He was far too casual, far too lax, far too normal to be the model catalyst Jesse dreamed up of.

She paused for far too long to a rather simple question, staring at Jericho far too long, and snapped out of it.

"I just heard some psycho threw a USB at the computer, broke the whole fucking monitor, and started running."

She shrugged. "Good thing too, need to get paid soon to pay the rent.". She wasn't lying, totally, drawing her words from the good ol college days when she wanted to be independent from her parents.

Jesse, about to walk off, heard something shout and the crying of people nearby and turned her head to face Pandora, holding a gun right at her from across the street. She tried to move but her feet wasn't close enough, and the bullet went right through her left hand, tearing through muscle and tendons, through the monitor, and stuck on the ground of the tech bar.

The pain shot up her hand, arm, and body, unable to hold up the monitor and it crashed onto the ground while the blanket flew off, in more broken pieces then it should be, and Jesse fell, clutching her bloody hand to her stomach in an effort to put pressure on it, staining her shirt and pants. This was definitely the third worst pain she ever had, right under getting stabbed and getting gassed, but it still hurt like fucking hell.

"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, GODAMN IT" She cursed through her teeth as she tried to look up.

Two red USB's fell onto the concrete, the dummy explosive one from right under Jesse's hand holding the monitor, and the one that was still stuck in the monitor now sprawled against the floor as well. The explosive dummy was the slightly fattier one, while the real one was the skinnier one but you really needed to see them up close and calm to differentiate the two.

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Jericho blinked a few times as silence hung in the air, his question left to float for a moment. He locked eyes with the repairmen, and got a rather familiar look back. The sudden expression of surprise. Stunned with astonishment, the gears in the mind seemed to stall, grinding for a moment before reality sunk back in and knocked them free. When words finally came out, Jericho grinned a bit.

"Psycho, eh? So, I already missed the bastard." Jericho pondered aloud, as he looked at the covered up piece of technology. Sadly, nothing of interest was standing out...except for the sudden realization that he was speaking to a repair-woman. Not an important detail, but it was a detail.

"Yeah, I heard that money is tight all around. I wouldn't know about any of that, though. Anyway, I'm gonna need you to clear out. Horizon Foundation business and all that good shit." He warned, crossing his arms in front of his chest. But, it was just when he spoke, aiming to send the gal on her way, that his gaze shifted. A verbal warning was issued, people began to fan out, but Jericho didn't move as the techy did. From the crowd, a dark figure emerged, flowing out like a shadow with it''s arm extended. Just as the trigger pulled, Jericho saw it...those eyes that made his gut scream with accusation.

The culprit...The hooded-one...

...The Intruder...

Time seemed to snap back as the loud blast sounded, and connected as Jericho swept himself through the open door of the tech-bar, assuming the bullet was meant him. It was the tech-girl who dropped, and the computer smashed down violently. Jericho peered from behind the glass door, feeling his heart begin to race, and smile begin to creep on his face. The kind of smile one imagines on a coyote, stalking with pleasure. Today had finally gone somewhere. With utter disregard for the now injuries civilian, Jericho set his sights.

With his hand reaching down to his hip, Jericho''s hand began to surge with energy, and it crafted quickly with a bright blue glowing, into a handgun. One to match the shooter's, but not nearly as lethal. For now, a few energy-impact rounds. With a sidestep, Jericho dashed back out on the sidewalk, and fired with reckless abandon towards the approaching gunner, sending the bullets of energy popping on the surfaces they struck in an act of surpressing fire.

"Horizon Foundation, fucker!"

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Just after releasing the trigger, Pandora took no time to linger in place to see if it hit the target. Time was of the essence and regardless if the woman dogged the hit or got injured it would be long enough to make a distraction and get them both off guard. Attempting to close the distance between the woman and herself in the shortest amount of time, Pandora took a quick step before extending her leg out in front of herself, sliding towards the woman. Once reaching her, she shifted into a crouched position, reaching up to grab the woman's good hand before she could attempt to make a move on her. With that, she whispered towards her, "The insurgency would have killed you by tomorrow if you had that on you."

To get herself a few more moments, Pandora raised up her pistol once again, shooting it at the glass door near the male causing it to shatter into shards around him. Then as quickly as possible she swept her free hand across the ground, grabbing both the decoy and the real memory stick as she moved to her feet. "You can thank me later!" She shouted towards the injured woman before hearing an eruption of gun shots explode all around her, thinking quickly Pandora chucked the 2 red sticks up into the air. As she raised her pistol up to aim, a bullet whizzed past her but not without slamming a powerful blow into her left shoulder. The shock catching her off guard, making her miss the mark. Pandora didn't know for sure if one was an explosive or not but she recalled reading up on this particular woman and her knack for explosives so it was a safe guess... and either way, explosive or not she'd rather destroy it then have it return to the foundation or someone else make off with it.

She had planned to shoot them at their highest point, but now the memory sticks descended back towards the ground. Without much of a choice, Pandora aimed her gun once again, and blasted 2 consecutive bullets... One for each stick. As the first made contact fragments of plastic broke out in every direction. But then the second hit, and for a millisecond nothing happened. Then BOOM!!! The explosion sent Pandora flying backwards only to abruptly stopped by a brick wall. The loud bang proceeded the sound of every window on the block shattering, then quickly followed by a loud ringing in Pandora's ears. The sonic boom temporarily robbing her ears of proper hearing as she dropped to the ground.

Pushing up off the ground, and stumbling to her feet, Pandora made her way towards the alley way as quickly as she could in the post explosion daze. Her left arm inert for the time being, she had no choice but to reattach her gun to her thigh as she neared a fire escape. With as much energy as she could muster, Pandora jumped up, grabbing the bottom rung of the ladder with her right hand. Grunting loudly as she struggled to pull herself up high enough, to hook a knee on the ladder. Once getting a little bit of footing she was able to shakily make her way up to the top of the brick building. Tumbling down onto her hands and knees as she reached the rooftop, she slowly rolled over onto her back coughing as she tried to catch her breath. She hadn't realized until she moved her right hand to place pressured on the gun shot wound on her shoulder, that there were small tears in her suit that seeped tiny amounts of blood. Fragments from the explosion caused this no doubt. Pandora needed to continue moving, but the explosion left her dazed and weak.

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"Put it down! I swear, I'll fu-"

That was all the banter that Jericho could get out before he was rocked by the blinding force of the USB exploding. For the second time today, he heard the harsh bells of deafness, and for the first time, he felt how painful it was to smack your head on the cement. As his top half was toppled back, his legs went from under him, sending him tumbling a few yards back with a terrible collision with the floor, and a shower of glass shards from the windows. Truly, it was not a good time for anyone involved.

By the time he had peeled himself from the sidewalk and sat upright, he was watching the black figure turn the corner. The ringing was fading still, and Jericho could feel the knot forming on his head, but he was determined to not let this encounter go that easily. He shoved himself to his feet with a grimace plastered over his (a bit from pain, and a bit from rage) and forced his legs to wobble forward.

Of course, before he took off, he glsncrd at the injuries techy, who was now deeming as, 'Not my Problem.'

"Hey...Computer Girl. If you can move....Don't. Stay right...there."

Grunts of pain sounded more akin to the snarls of a rabid dog as Jericho's pace quickened, until he found himself sprinting around the corner, and into the alley. However, as he cut the corner, he watched as the escaping woman pulled herself up a fire escape. As he approached, he tossed out a few curses and jeers until he was staring up at the ladder, poising himself to leap upward and give chase on the rooftops...but, then he paused.

Slowly, that razor sharp grin began to reapear, the sign of Jericho having an idea. He looked down at his hand as he turned his palm upward. From the center, energy once again began to pool, but this time, the glowing blue began to darken, until it was a deep red. That shining energy surged until it took shape into that of a oval. With a wipe of his hand, and a few sparks, Jericho held an old weapon he had once copied; a grenade. Sure, it looked pretty, but what he held packed the punch of the real thing.

"You like explosions? Try this one! " He growled to himself, before over handing the deadly, artificial explosive upward. In an almost perfect arc, the energy grenade fell down onto the roof to Jericho's delight. With that smirk on his face, he knew it was only seconds before that building went under some deconstruction work, Maddox Style.

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As Pandora was laying there trying to catch her breath she heard the male from before shouting up from the fire escape, "You like explosions? Try this one!" Her eyes widened and without a single moment of hesitation she rolled over then pushed off the ground. As she stood up right she saw the grenade vaulting through the air towards the roof, with a sigh and a roll of her eyes she said to herself "Son of bitch!" With that being said she pivoted on her heels and sprinted faster than she ever had before, running straight at the edge of the roof.

Just as she went to jump off the roof top and try to go towards the adjacent building, the explosive erupted behind her. The blast sent her body flying before she could complete the jump. The only thing Pandora could think to do was tuck her legs up to her chest before wrapping her arms around her knees tightly just before her body slammed into the brick of the other building. The impact made her loose her grip on her legs and sent her body tumbling and flailing towards the ground.

Nearing the ground, Pandora uncontrollably smashed into a dumpster then fell over the edge onto the cold pavement. If it wasn't for being a catalyst, she would have been dead just from colliding with the wall. She shakily pushed her torso up from the ground, coughing up blood as she glanced up above her just to see the building begin to crumble down towards her. "Give me a fucking break!" She saw a broken window to a basement of the building she previous had a fight with. Having no motivation to even get up, Pandora rolled towards the window and then through it, letting her maimed body fall the additional 7 feet to the ground with a thud.

Just as she settled on the ground in the basement of the building, she heard the bricks and debris rain down outside the window, sending a large cloud of dust and smoke in through the window. Pandora laid there on her back, coughing weakly from the dust and most likely several broken ribs. With a sigh, she closed her eyes and muttered, "I should learn to make friends..." Then with a sharp cough she rolled over onto her side, spitting up blood, "...That's not good."

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Jericho shook his head, gritting back a chuckle as the events unfolded. That noise of body against dumpster was downright cartoony. Of course, the falling rubble snapped the realism back in, as he took a few good steps back and watched it all crash down into an eruption of dust and noise. Just another day on the job, and more damages to pin on others, hopefully. As the cloud of filth began to clear, Jericho raised his hands, giving a slow clap as he stepped forward.

"What a show. What. A. Show!"

"I mean, my aim is usually NEVER that good. And that fall...Woo, just amazing. Let me yell ya', when I saw the dismount, I wasn't too sure, but the landing! I wish I could see it again in slow-motion! Perfect tens all around!"


His boots kicked through the rubble as he stepped forward, surveying it all. In honesty, he was expecting a red smear across the pavement, but got nothing, until he tossed his glance towards the smashed window. Jericho had seen her make the move, but didn't actually expect her to have made it in time. Whoever he was dealing with was definetly quick on the draw, and one tough S.O.B to boot.

"Hey! Mystery Madame McLatex! I gotta hand it to ya'. You're light on your feet. Smooth moves, babe."

"..."

"Hello?"

"Hey! Cough twice if you're alive!"

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Pandora could hardly believe this guy was serious. She really had no desire to move from that spot on the floor for the next... 10 years, if she had a choice but she couldn't let him have the last life. And she probably die out eventually if she didn't attend to her wounds. She scoffed as she slowly stood up, even more aggravated at the situation. Sure he got a little bumps and bruises from her explosion, but she actually intended to detonate it the best possible way with minimal injuries until he had to go all 'murica with guns blazing. Made her miss her mark. So now his pink panties are wedged so far up his ass that he had to just go right at her, even though she did not once ever do anything to him. But whatever.

She placed her hands on the window sill, slowly hoisting herself back out of the basement window. It took everything in her to muster that she was barely scathed as she raised her hands up in a surrendering manner. "Can we call it a truce for the day? And be civil?" Her hands shifted slightly from a surrendering pose to a more why-not position, "Just have a chat... Redneck to Woman?" The man seemed to have a liking for over the top sarcasm and shitty nicknames, so Pandora felt it only fair play to throw it back at him. "No killing or maiming... or whatever devious concoctions that noggin of yours can muster!" And while she was at it she decided to add one more thing, "And no more corny punch lines... your not Spiderman... Listening to those is about as painful as falling off a building."

And with that being said, Pandora walked across the rubble slowly, her eyes still fixed on the man upon the roof. Once she neared the sidewalk, she turned to shout up at him. "Look. I need a stiff drink after those shenanigans. I'll buy you a beer or the whole fucking bar for all I care." She stepped out onto the sidewalk, looking like utter and complete shit. She was sure that 90% of the people that walked by probably thought she should be dead... Hell, she looked like it. Catching the gaze of a passing citizen as she brought her hand up to wipe blood from her mouth, Pandora just shot a glare at them that could pierce them like daggers. "The fuck you looking at?" She then motioned her hands towards the person in a Shoo manner, "Mush!"

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"Wait...So, let me get this straight..."

Jericho stared down at the defeated...(Well, I suppose she could be chalked up as 'defeated' at this point) assailant. His stare was blank, like he was having trouble processing the events as he made his way down to her level.

"You make me bring my genetically superior ass out here to search for you. Then, you sneak off and leave me bored. And then, you come charging back in, put a hole in an innocent, try putting a hole in me, nearly blow us all to kingdom-come, and run off again!"

"So, after making me chase you, and there being a thousand dollars worth of property damage, you expect me to be civil for a glass of scotch?"

"...But, if I happened to decide to take you in for 'questioning' at a place that so happened to sell booze...Then, yes. I think I can arrange a bit of...'delay' in turning you in."

"...I'm keeping a weapon out though, so...no funny business."


-Jericho, once again, had his intentions diluted by the brashness in his voice. His grin returned as sharp as ever as he looked the woman over. Of course it was a terrible idea that could go wrong in so many ways, but, by the look of it, Jericho seemed sure he could handle any situation that may arise. However, precautions were to be made, and he reached down to his hip, materializing the same glowing, blue pistol of energy.


"If you're serious, let's move it. Don't need the bastards-in-blue giving us trouble. Or, anyone else getting involved. Check the corners now, will 'ya?."

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She couldn't help but grin to herself as she faced the street, listening to him contemplate and take in her actions. She expected this... I mean after all they were just fighting and now she was offering a drink. She slowly pivoted on her heels to look at the male that was now before her. Her own sly grin gracing her lips while she rested her hands on her hips. "Look here Babe... I didn't make you come out here after me." She popped her left hip slightly as she shifted her weight, laughing at his obliviousness, "I had no reason to kill you. I wasn't ever trying to put a bullet in you..." She sighed bringing a hand up to rub her forehead.

She ran her hand back through her hair with a soft sigh, "Look. I will offer you explanations, no more no less. Because you have everything wrong... And I'd like the pleasure of showing your cocky ass the truth." She grinned in a menacing, nearly seductive manner. Her gaze wondered to the gun that materialized at his hip, "Catalyst... Oh we will have loads to talk about now won't we." She brought her right hand down to pat her right thigh where one of her guns was holstered, "Darling if you're armed, so am I."

Pandora couldn't help but roll her eyes as she walked past him deeper into the alleyway, getting to a somewhat cross roads of the alleys. She glanced over her shoulder towards him, whistling at him and motioning for him to follow, "Come on lover boy... We don't have to worry about the... Blue people, it's right over here." She continued a little ways farther down the corridor to the left until there was a shitty wooden door that looked like it hadn't been open in years. "Don't want you to freak out if someone saw Foundation and Insurgency having a drink." She said it in a mocking manner, before pulling open the door for him. The door lead to a bustling bar that not many in the city had the pleasure of knowing about. Definitely a hole in the wall place, but they wouldn't be seen by anyone important in there.

After him, she made her way inside, grabbing a small table in the corner. She grabbed a chair and turned it around before her, throwing her right leg over the seat. Sitting down, she faced the back of the chair, crossing her arms and resting them upon the back rest. Grunting slightly in paint as she situated herself in the chair, bringing her right hand up to put pressure on the bullet wound.

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"You're rolling with the Chaos Insurgency? Oh, we will have tons to talk about."

-As Jericho stepped by her into the little speakeasy, his eyes instantly studied the room. It was definetly a shadier piece of the city, but nothing too bad. If anything, it could feel a bit homely if it was given the time. However, time felt short. It was always a matter of time until the next unpredictable event veered him off track, so with that though, Jericho pulled up a chair across from his 'guest.'

"Nice place for a first date, Latex. Now, let's get down to business...What're the boys in the Insurgency up to since I bailed?"

"Oh, wait. Manners. I'm Jericho...Now, I need your name, an answer for your crimes, and a double of scotch."

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A patient hand tapped a simple tune upon a guilded old cane. A black suit fit his features well, clinging to his body, and keeping himself concealed in shadows. A women with a floral pattern dress tapped away furiously on her phone. A hat sitting between them.

The door to the bar opened and closed, letting in light, and carrying conversation to the man's ears.

"They're here." Said the woman beside him in a hushed tone.

"Thank you Rose. Let our guests take a seat, perhaps exchange some pleasantries."

"Shall I call it in?"

"Not quite yet."

They returned to their silence, as he listened in to their conversation, looking for a reason to intervene. He wasn't kept waiting long.

Swiping his hat from the table, he landed it upon his head and grabbed his cane in one swift motion. Sliding his chair to the side, he strode across the room and hunched down over Pandora's shoulder and addressed her 'friend', "Now, while your show outside truly was a spectacle, we must really be on our way. As Pandora here won't be discussing any secrets with you tonight."

Looking straight down at Pandora, he added, "Collect your things dear, I must speak with you around the corner. Perhaps even outside."

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She laughed very unconvincingly at his first comment, waiting until the male sat down to reply, "If you didn't already know that..." She shook her head, shaking it off before she finished her comment. Then in no time at all he was back to his normal self, witty banter and all. Honestly Pandora couldn't even tell if he was doing it to frustrate her, if by some chance he was actually flirting. She never could tell with guys anymore, especially because she usually scared them away or killed them.

"Some first date if I'm the one buying... And it's not latex. Its a poly fiber of my own invention." She said it in a smug tone, "It breaths better than latex, and is much more flexible." She tugged at the fabric on her right side, showing the elasticity. She then quickly rolled her eyes at the last statement, tapping her fingers along the table, "I don't waste my time with boys... They can't handle me. I prefer men."

When the male told her his name, she chuckled, "I already knew your name... and the fact that you don't know mine." She grinned deviously, "Well, it shows me you don't know nearly as much as you think you do."

Her eyes slowly closed as she felt a hand rest upon her shoulder. She knew who it was without looking at him or before he spoke, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she stood from her seat. "Ah come on, it's not like I was going to marry the guy... yet." She grinned in a joking manner before tossing Jericho a golden coin. "I promised you a drink didn't I?" Then she walked past him slowly and in a teasing tone that almost came off as seductive, "Until next time lover boy."

She didn't fake to be ok as she limped her way out of the bar, her right hand pressed to the bullet wound. She weaved her way through a couple turns through the alleyways until she came to one that was empty. Leaning back against cool brick wall, she let out a painful sigh as she let her body slump to the ground, resting her head back against the bricks as she looked up at him. "How long have you been following me Top?"

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"I barely know anything about anything. I was hoping you fill me in. Now...Why did they give me these pow- Huh?"

"Hey, do you mind? This is a private conversation."


-Jericho unslouched in his seat, staring up at the figure that stood behind Pandora. His face was was hidden slightly behind the brim of his Top-Hat, but the bit that was uncovered was aged and weathered. The rest of him seemed to have fallen out of a vaudeville act. Suit and cane, hat and tie, all around his lanky physique. It seemed so strange, so out of place that...It was almost intimidating. The confusion of today only seemed to grow for Jericho as he listened to the man speak to Pandora. A friend perhaps, he assumed. Or, something far more devious? A handler? Her boss, even? Anything was possible as they spoke on...and as Jericho listened, his thoughts began to truly churn. The clothes...the voice...that hat. It seemed so familiar, but Jericho just didn't know why. Connected to the Chaos Insurgency or not, he had never met this man, but something deep down said otherwise.

-The train of thought was derailed, however, when the clanking of the coin on the table snapped him back to reality. Looking lost, Jericho raised an eyebrow.

"I promised you a drink didn't I?"

"Oh, well yeah you- Hey! You promised me some answers too, damnit! Why-?"

"Until next time lover boy."

"No! Wait a minute..."


-He rose from his seat, which gave a violent scraping nose as he did, but all Jericho got from the demand was the woman's back. His eyes shifted to the mysterious, Top-Hatted man, who still seemed to strike a cord in Jericho's memory. Something he didn't like one bit. For once there was no banter, and no attitude as he tried to find the figure's eyes.

"...Who are you?"