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Pandora

What would you do if I told you... I did this to myself?

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

Description

P A N D O R A
R E A L N A M E - U N K N O W N

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B A S I C S

F A C E - C L A I M
M I L L A - J O V O V I C H

A G E
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G E N D E R
F E M A L E

A L L E G I A N C E
T H E - C H A O S - I N S U R G E N C Y

A B I L I T I E S
E N H A N C E D -A G I L I T Y
Enhanced physical speed and grace, movements are
fluid, effective and quick.
S U P E R H U M A N - D E X T E R I T Y
Expert use of body. Cleverly skilled physically.

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A P P E A R A N C E
Pandora stands at about 5'8", and although she is fairly slender, her body mass is
majorly muscle. She has short dark brown hair that she usually keeps slicked back
so it is out of her face when engaging in combat. Her skin is a pale ivory, adorned
in scars from her catalyst experimentation and the occasional freckle cluster. She is
always seen wearing a form fitting black jumpsuit. The suit is made from a latex
and spandex polymer that holds attaches an advanced exo skeleton to the host. She
also wears knee high boots enlaced with the same exo skeleton that the suit has
running throughout it.
C A T A L Y S T
Pandora has enhanced agility and dexterity. This helps her be swift, fluid and efficient
while also having complete and mastered control and skill of her form and by extension
any weapons she uses. These abilities are only focused upon her and do not effect
others directly, and by extension she cannot control anything other than herself. These
abilities make her a super soldier, able to fight in wide ranges of combat with ease.
These abilities are in constant use throughout her body without her control, continuously
draining her energy. Her exo skeleton suit sends continuous surges of energy to
reinvigorate her. Neither her ability nor her exo skeleton affect her mortality, so she
can die as easily as a regular human being.




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B R I E F - H I S T O R Y
Pandora was raised into the Insurgency by her parents whom were also large members of it. As she grew up, she worked hard and diligently, working her way up the totem pole to becoming one of the higher ranking members of the Insurgency. When she came of age she petitioned to have catalyst experiments performed on herself to try and make her a stronger force for them and there on going rift with the Horizon Foundation. After nearly 3 years of working with the Insurgency, they allowed her to set up the experiments to preform on herself. Having zero remorse or care for human life, or the pain she inflicts, Pandora decided to make herself into a catalyst that could be a super soldier for the Insurgency. Ever since her change into a catalyst, Pandora is always found on the front lines of every raid or attack on the Horizon Foundation.




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2 - T D I / K R I S S - V E C T O R S
Attachments on either side of Pandora's exo skeleton are latches for a
TDI/KRISS Vector pistol. These latches are on the outside of either thigh,
and always equipped with these guns, unless they are in her hands.



S A M U R A I - S W O R D S
Pandora wears a harness that holds the sheaths for both swords in an X
formation along her back, with the handles facing up for easy access.
Always kept in pristine and extremely sharp, can cut through bone like
butter.



S I G - S A U E R - P 2 2 0 - S P O R T
For use as a back up weapon, Pandora keeps this pistol harnessed under
the samurai swords. The gun is held at the small of her back with the
handle angled to the right so it can easily be equipped.



A N Y T H I N G
But if all else fails, Pandora can make anything into a weapon.

So begins...

Pandora's Story

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P A N D O R A

It was a rare occasion that Pandora was seen on the streets of Emperia, something just told her in her gut that she needed to get out of the Insurgency and roam the town. She wasn't disappointed when she heard police sirens and gun shots in the distance. This peaked her curiosity, and she did not hesitate to move in that direction. It didn't take her long to notice that the commotion was coming from that areas Horizon facility. As much as she'd love to just walk in the main entrance and kill every Horizon bastard in her way, that wouldn't be ethical. Plus she didn't need her face plastered on every monitor in the city, that'd just make errands a bitch.

To avoid being seen, Pandora walked an extra block out of her way so that she could come around to the back of the facility from an old alleyway that was seldom traveled. Once there, she walked down the cracked stone road looking for a vantage point of enter. She nearly passed it up, and had to do a double take when she saw a lower level window hidden behind a large dumpster. "Yahtzee!" She whispers to herself as she stepped towards the dumpster. Pandora placed her palms on the side of the container and braced her feet, but then she waited. She tilted her head much like a curious dog listening to the pattern of the police sirens. And when she knew they were at there loudest, she gave the dumpster a good shove, revealing the small window. When the sirens were loud again, she kicked out the window and shimmied through it.

Luckily for Pandora, the window was to an unused storage room, so she didn't have to worry about killing the unlucky bastard that happened to be in the room when she entered. She left out of the storage room, and took the closest staircase down towards the underground levels of the building. Every floor she stopped to glance through the small window pain towards that level, each one so far seeming to be in normal condition, that was until she reached level 5. There would bodies strewn out the entire floor, laying across tables, in tipped over chairs, you name it. Obviously this was the floor that everything went down on, the one floor where if she put anything out of place, no one would notice.

As Pandora walked throughout the level 5 labs, she reached down to grab one of her pistols in her right hand, just in case. As much as she was curious to know what went on down here, she knew she didn't have much time. As she continued to search the floor she found the room labeled "Classified", exactly what she was looking for. She pointed her gun towards the lock, hesitating a moment wondering if the shot would draw attention... Sure there were shots earlier, but it's been silent for awhile. She shrugged her shoulders, fuck it, she thought as pulled the trigger, blasting open the lock. With a kick, the door swung open revealing a small room... barely a closet. In the middle was a small metal desk with an older computer sitting on it's surface. "Well I wasn't expecting that."Pandora set the gun on the desk next to the keep board as she took a seat. She reached her hand down the collar of her exo suit, pulling out a basic chain with a memory stick on it. Giving it a gentle tug, she removed the drive, then inserted it into the computer. Quickly, her nimble fingers tapped along the keys opening the drive, running the program on it. She then sat back in the chair, kicking up her feet on the desk as the decoder did it's magic in breaking down the fire walls, and unlocking all the contents on the computer. She didn't expect to get much from this ancient computer, but it was better than leaving empty handed. It was a few minutes before the program was done running, she was then able to quickly transfer all the documents, then eject the drive.

Pandora returned the drive around her neck, shoving it down the collar of her suit while grabbing her pistol with her left hand and hastened out of the room. She hadn't noticed that while she was in the small room, the cops had left and she began to hear the Horizon members re-entering the facility. Knowing she didn't have much time, Pandora ran towards the nearest staircase. She darted up the stairs taking them 4 or 5 steps at a time until she reached the 1st level of the underground portion. She busted through the door that lead out into the main floor, her eyes quickly scanning for an exit. She didn't see a single window in site but noticed the old storage room that she entered through on the other end of the level. She inhaled deeply before full on sprinting towards the room. Hearing the members on the floor above her, she could only imagine they'd be down on this level in a matter of moments.

With nearly perfect timing, Pandora slid into the storage room, pulling the door closed behind her, just before the door leading to the stair case had opened. She reattached the pistol to the harness on her thigh before jumping up and grabbing some pipes over head with her hands. Then in a swift gymnastic type motion she threw her legs towards the small window, releasing the pipes when at the ideal angle. Feet first she slid through the window, and out into the alley. She quickly jumped up and was about to turn and run off, but had quickly remembered about the dumpster. With an inaudible curse, she pivoted on her heels and moved to the opposite side of the dumpster. She pressed her back against the metal side, then using her feet she pushed it back to its home location. Once everything was in place, Pandora sighed a breath of relief before running off down the alley way.

The setting changes from horizon-labs to The Crown

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Character Portrait: Lucielle Thorn Character Portrait: Pandora

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Once Pandora reached the main street, she abruptly stopped running as she stepped out onto the side walk. Raising her hands up, she slicked back her short brown hair as she strode down the walk way. She wasn't the easiest person to behold, and anyone who knew anything about her generally kept out of her way. It was obvious every time she passed someone who had heard of her on the street because they made damn sure to stay our of her way. Made her life easier, less people to push out of her way... She wasn't the politest of people either. As she made her way across the bridge that connected the Fifth Ward to the Crown, she walked past a woman, pale of skin with dark hair, covered in ash. Once getting a pace or 2 past the girl she froze mid step. She knew that face.

It was obvious the girl was in her own thoughts, not paying much attention to the fact that Pandora just passed by her. Lucielle, she remembered. She knew this one was created in the Insurgency but escaped... They had been tracking this one for so long. Pandora couldn't help but smirk to herself as she allowed her right hand to slowly drop down to the pistol attached to her thigh. Slipping her hand around the handle, hooking her index finger around the trigger, she prepared to end this girls life. It was so simple, she had no better chance then when this girl had her back towards Pandora, life ripe for the taking. But just as she drew her weapon and aimed towards the female's head, she muttered a curse under her breath, "...fuck" She had nearly forgotten the precious cargo that was attached to the chain around her neck. She didn't want that falling into the wrong hands, and she wasn't going to get away with cold blooded murder... in the middle of the city... on a bridge.Pandora reattached the gun to her thigh. She didn't want to be standing there like an idiot if the girl turned around, so without another option she placed her palms on the railing of the bridge before hurdling over it's edge. With a thud, Pandora landed in a crouching position on the concrete under the bridge. Standing up, she brushed off her suit as she continued to make her way towards the city, "Next time..."

It didn't take long for Pandora to come across a tech bar, or whatever you desire to call it, she really didn't care what it was called, she saw computers inside and that was good enough for her. She stepped through the door and made her way towards the long line of monitors. With a sigh, she saw that every computer was taken. Walking down the long line, she stopped at the most secluded monitor, glancing over the users shoulder to see the immature searchings of less than satisfactory porn. She placed her hand on his shoulder, "Alright McLovin, beat it!" Pandora was almost surprised when the young male turned around to look at her, "Bitch, wait your fucking turn!"

Pandora chuckled to herself, a menacing grin soon taking home across her mouth as she rested her hands on her hips, "Oh, I wasn't asking." As she spoke, her right index finger tapped the handle of her pistol, drawing the male's attention towards it. His eyes quickly widened as he scrambled to collect his things. "Why are you still here!?" She reached her right hand down, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, practically lifting him out of the chair. Her other hand tearing his bag off the back of the chair, slamming it into his chest. "Go! Watch your smut on your own time!" And with that the guy practically ran out of the tech bar. She wouldn't have been surprised if there was a puddle trail following him.

Pulling out the chair, Pandora sat down in the seat, exiting out of the porn. "Freak." She then pulled the memory stick out from under the collar of her suit, and plugged it into the monitor. Her diligent fingers doing their magic over the keys, but the more she worked the slower her key strokes became. As she was looking through the files, she began to realize she had seen everything already. "What the fuck is this?" She flipped through file after file, her anger rising as she quickly realized it was false data... or old data. Either way, they knew that someone was going to try and hack them... they tricked her. Pandora let a growl escape her throat as she clenched her right hand, balling it, before sending it flying through the computer monitor. The sparks and crash made everyone in the bar look right at her as she stood up, kicking the chair out of her way. "The fuck are you all looking at?" And with that, she stormed back out onto the busy streets of The Crown.

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Character Portrait: Jericho Maddox Character Portrait: Pandora

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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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Character Portrait: Lucielle Thorn Character Portrait: Jericho Maddox Character Portrait: Pandora Character Portrait: Jessica "Jesse" Williams

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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.

The setting changes from the-crown to Emperia City

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Character Portrait: Hunter Thorn Character Portrait: Jericho Maddox Character Portrait: Pandora

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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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Character Portrait: Jericho Maddox Character Portrait: Pandora

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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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Character Portrait: Jericho Maddox Character Portrait: Jeremiah Storms Character Portrait: Pandora Character Portrait: Jessica "Jesse" Williams

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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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Character Portrait: Jericho Maddox Character Portrait: Pandora Character Portrait: Jessica "Jesse" Williams

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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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If it wasn't for the shock of pain shooting up her hand she would have clocked the woman in black the moment she picked Jesse up and it took a moment for her words to register. The explosion pushed her back down into the cement, her bloody hand wrapped around the black blanket, her consciousness scattered as she tried to piece together what happened and stunned when she realized.

She knew.

The woman knew that Jesse was the Emperium City Bomber and she knew that Jesse would use the opportunity to eliminate a catalyst but there was limits to that knowledge. If she knew her name, Jesse would have had cops pouring at her condo, if she knew the address, they probably would have taken Jesse out. The woman was a bit of blabbermouth, mouthing off "The Insurgency." and by process of elimination, the man being from Horizon, herself being MCF, Pandora would be the Chaos Insurgency.

Another explosion to her left.

On a different day, if she was still in her little air-conditioned office separated by a computer screen and not shot and bleeding on the sidewalk with her high-school job's uniform, this would have counted as a success.

The fact that her phone kept vibrating to warn her of the catalyst coming her way and the crowd that started to from around her only added to her annoyance and she started to grind her teeth until she realized something was wrong. Jesse looked up when she was called for and threatened but didn't answer, still processing the face, recognizing it in all but that moment when she held that fire in her hand.

The crowd backed off a few more paces.

Jesse remembered seeing her on one of the security cameras when she was tracking Pandora, the insurgent member having stopped in place once crossing paths with this monster. This Catalyst.

The expectation of fear from Jesse was unfounded, having reacted not so dramatically to the girl's powers, but her eyes narrowed, and she sneakily picked a shard of glass from the ground to her good hand as she rose. Her teeth grinding until they drew blood and for but an instant, a blink of an eye, pure unfettered "slam your head into the concrete" hatred for the abomination of the human being in front of her and her inhumane capabilities. As soon as it came, it went, replacing it now a mischievous grin as she calmly pointed with her good hand to her left, using the shard of glass as a pointer.

"You want the freaks in spandax and leather over there." and in a lower voice, still maintaining that steady eye contact, continued. "You should remember the girl at least, after all you did pass her by the bridge twenty minutes ago, and she looked you in the eye, so you should kill her quick before she decides to take your body, which could be any second now or the next year if you're lucky."

She was in no position to take on this beast. Not without her guns, nor explosives, nor element of surprise, all that was in her truck. But that didn't mean Jesse can't point her in the right direction, lie, and set them off to attack and kill each other off like rabid animals so they could leave the rest of humanity the fuck alone.

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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?"

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Alias Hatt made his way out with Pandora, Rose trailing not too far behind. He left the Foundation member back in his seat, not minding a single word to his comments of questions. He was the enemy. Information of any sort was never to be shared with the enemy. A Foundation janitor could have asked Alias how to freeze water, or put out a fire, and Alias would've kept his thin lips sealed. Information was knowledge. Knowledge was power, and knowledge you held over your enemy was power they didn't possess.

The stink of the bar left him, and the scenery of an alleyway found him. He felt oddly out of place, standing amidst the trash and garbage he ground others into. Rose stood back from Pandora and him, tapping away feverishly at her phone, inputting long data codes and sequences. Whether she was coding a new virus, or perhaps just making a blog for her gardening hobbies was unknown, and even if he asked, Alias never expected a straight answer with Rose. She had developed an annoying sense of humor in the last year, and it had finally begun to wear down Alias' extremely long short fuse.

Pandora finally turned, still limping, but still acting coy. She was fine. She started her line of questioning. "How long have you been following me Top?"

Resting both hands on his cane to answer, he decided to try and not scold her for nearly ruining everything he had worked so hard to build. It was their style; Pandora charged in, causing havoc. While he stood in the back, playing the world like a complex chess game. And he was the shadow king. Alias took a deep breath, "About seven months now. Whenever you got involved in my business, and the shadows made it my business to get into yours."

Rose's phone chimed and pulsed in her hands.

He kept up his banter. "So, my little box of entropy, who was your date back there? And why we're you even considering sharing Insurgency secrets with him? And the answer better not be, 'Because we're in love!'"

Pandora was too dangerous to develop any emotional attachment to anyone. Love dulled her, slowed her down. She needed to be quick and sharp. Obviously quicker and sharper after today's display of power and authority.

"Hey, Mr. Hatt?" Rose chirped up from her spot in he back, "You've got mail."

The message was decrypted within the minute, and read over several times by both Alias and Rose. Whether or not Pandora read it wasn't of importance to him. She was an adversary, but an old and delightful one at that.

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Pandora couldn't help but laugh at his comment, quickly following it with a painful cough, bringing her hands to her chest. "Seven months?" She shook her head, "I was expecting more like... 3 hours, not 7 months!" She looked over towards the woman in the dress... Pandora didn't particularly like this unknown woman just lingering in. She felt like she should know her but she didn't, and that bothered her that this unknown woman was just here.

Then she put up her hands in a halting manner as he continued, "Wait a minute... hold up. I got involved in someone's business? I'm just doing my job or whatever. Causing chaos and what not, that was basically all my job description entails. And as for whoever these shadows are, I have no idea what you're talking about." Pandora painfully and slowly moved to her feet, eyeing over the female before looking back at Top with a sigh and a roll of her eyes, "Oh my god... you're joking me right? I wasn't going to tell him anything. I'm not as fucking stupid or careless as you'd like me to think." She ran her hands back through her hair while taking a deep breath, "I went to get a drink with him so I would live... because even though I'm a catalyst Top, I have my limits. I needed time to relax... to heal. I was also intending on explaining how I never once was trying to kill that Horizon bastard. But he was too daft and thick skulled to realize that." She placed her hands on her hips. "Yes eventually at one point I was planning on killing him, but not today... not when I was already so severely under their radar with the trojan they placed on that information. I'm no hacker, and the insurgency knows this. I went back to destroy all of it so it didn't get into anyone's hands at all and that's when shit hit the fan. And Mr. 'Murica over there tried to kill me when I never made even the slightest attempt on him."

It was more than apparent that Pandora was angered at the fact that she was being watched like a child and being called an "entropy" didn't calm her down in the least. She has been in the Insurgency just as long if not longer than Hatt and his actions were that of a father... like No no child... we mustn't do that. Her thoughts were interrupted when the woman declared that he had mail. The both of them read it over, more than apparent that Pandora herself wasn't going to get any share in the information. Sometimes she hated the Insurgency, they were so unorganized and secretive, that at times she wondered how they had even survived this long. "You know what..." She threw up her hands in a giving up fashion, "Either take me in to bitch about my actions to the higher authorities, where I will explain the full story and how I was no where in the wrong. Or you and your..." She eyed over the woman, "Secretary can just leave me alone."

She started to walk off down the alley way, her right hand held to her shoulder as she mumbled under her breathe, "Stop babying me..." She sighed with aggravation before glancing over her shoulder at the both of them, "I'd rather you kill me before you look down at me like I'm some incompetent child..." She reached the end of the alley, pivoting on her heels to face the pair while holding out her hands as if to take a bow, "I'm not supposed to make life easy Doll. That's why they named me Pandora!" She grinned a menacing grin before slipping back into the crowd of people.

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Pandora left in a huff, yelling something about children or whatnot. Alias kept his attention focused on the message. He stood back up, straight. Pulled his clothes in tight, straightened his posture, and scratched at his chin. Then uttered the words he thought he'd never have to say.

"Send the message to Pandora."

"What?" Rose asked, looking up from her phone. After spending as much time as she did with him, she had learned of his distrust of Pandora, and his reasons behind it. She had never expected him to leave anything up to Pandora's call, much less anything as important as this.

"Do you know where she is?"

"Northern America."

"Closer."

Rose looked up blank. "Nothing, yet, sir."

"Narrow your search to this city. And notify Pandora."

"How do you know she's in this city?"

"I don't. But it's a place to start. She gave us an address in the city. We have to assume either she, or her organization is centered here." A hand went up to straighten his hat, as if during his speech it had drifted askew a few inches. "Call the car. We have a meeting to schedule."

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P A N D O R A

After rounding the corner and knowing she was out of sight of Hatt and his stupid little minion, Pandora let out a sigh as she body lumped over the railing of a rinky-dink staircase that lead to a town house. She definitely had had her fill of [i[entertainment[/i] for the day but she had absolutely no desire to go anywhere near the Insurgency right now. That's all she needed was another lecture about her rash actions and blah blah blah. She probably looked immature for the way she acted around him back there, but she honestly didn't care. She had no patience for his stupid antics about her getting involved in whatever the hell he was talking about and she definitely did not appreciate his shadow that followed him around constantly on her phone. She found it rude, especially when he said he wanted a word with her... she figured it'd be alone.

Pandora needed a drink... and a stiff one too. Seeing as how a decent amount of time had passed, she found her way back to the originally speak easy she was at, prior to the interruption before the much needed blur of alcoholic intoxication. She pushed her way back in through the door, making her way over to the bar. She didn't even scan the room to see if the Horizon member was still there or not, she honestly couldn't care less if he was there or not, all she cared about was making sure she never reached the bottom of her glass. She straddled the bar stool towards the far end of the counter, motioning towards the bartender, "Quinn... just give me the bottle."

Within moments the man had returned with a large bottle of a very expensive kind of liquor. If asked Pandora probably couldn't even remember what the stuff was called, all she knew was that every time she came to that bar she always asked for the strongest thing they had, and this was it. She popped the top, and just as she was about to press the cold glass to her lips she heard a BEEP BEEP. "Stupid infernal electronic devices..." Setting down the bottle, she brought her right hand up to unzip her suit about 5-6 inches. Just enough so she was able to reach her hand in to grab her cell phone from the most respectable place women carry their belongings, her bra. She didn't care to re-zip her suit, and made damn sure to take a good swig of her drink before reading whatever information that must have been so important to be sent to her instead of spoken directly to her.

She couldn't help but laugh coldly when she saw who had sent the message, taking another long drink before even attempting to read the contents of the message. Pandora couldn't help but feel slightly insulted that they didn't feel the need to send this bit of information to her until after she through her little temper-tantrum. With a sigh, she opened the message and read it over. She snorted and rolled her eyes upon reading the message. She didn't quite know how she felt about it or what she'd even do about it, if anything. But all she knew was right now she wanted to drink.