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The Catalysts

Emperia City

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a part of The Catalysts, by Mr. Inkwell.

A large city built over the water, and separated from the rest of society. Current battleground for Catalysts, Insurgents, and Hunters alike.

Mr. Inkwell holds sovereignty over Emperia City, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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A large city built over the water, and separated from the rest of society. Current battleground for Catalysts, Insurgents, and Hunters alike.
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Emperia City

A large city built over the water, and separated from the rest of society. Current battleground for Catalysts, Insurgents, and Hunters alike.

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Emperia City is a part of The Catalysts.

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Jericho Maddox [23] "I wasn't born, I was built. Sarcasm and all."
Lucielle Thorn [12] "Hell was meant to be crafted, formed through my will, and sent down upon my enemies. Nothing shall stop me."
Hunter Thorn [9] "I am who I am. Nothing can change that, for better, or worse."
Vanessa "Aphrodite" Eris [7] "Fate? Destiny? The fate of man is to eat off my hands and their destiny is to practically worship me! Not convinced? Then why don't I show you...?"
Jeremiah Storms [2] Knock Knock! Payment Due!

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Thanks Diane. Moving onto other news, police were called into Horizon Labs this morning after several reports of gunshots in the area. When police arrived on the scene, they were locked out of the building, and asked to leave by on-site personnel. When pressed further, they quickly issued a warrant, and moved onto the premises within a few hours.

Once inside, police were surprised to find obvious signs of struggle, but no wounded staff or patients. When inquired, Horizon staff said that a fight never occurred. Yet, they seemingly couldn't explain the blood and shell casings found throughout the building. Police were then forced to leave when several Horizon lawyers showed up to the scene, and claimed that the warrant, was a fake.

Exactly what happened at the lab today is unknown, but the public's concern in these issues is increasingly rising.

Some of you may remember that only a few months ago, The Horizon Foundation came forward with unbelievable claims. They said they found a gene in the human genome that, when activated, can give people extraordinary powers. Not everyone has this gene however, and the extent and properties of the powers seems to be completely random. These claims have as of yet to be proven, due to the lack of documented evidence on these "Catalysts" as they've been called by Horizon researchers.

Even so, several rumors have begun spreading of a girl that can conjure flames from her hands, a boy with the ability to manipulate sound, and a woman that can fly. Images of these "Catalysts" have begun popping up all over the internet, most of which seem to originate from Emperia city.

Here with us today, to talk about this outstanding breakthrough in science, is Professor Ozpin, the researcher who...

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

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

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

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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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"We've got a hit."

Ozpin ducked his head out of the security room searching for Hunter. "We got a hit." He said again, pulling Hunter inside.

Hunter was tense. He expected an action, but not this soon. "Where?"

"Still tracing..." Ospin's fingers flew over the keys, "There." He said triumphantly, " Only a mile or so out, at a small terminal in The Crown."

Hunter exhaled, turning away from the computer. "Should I send a-" Hunter cut him off. "No!"

Whoever it was wasn't a stupid, the false data wouldn't hold them long, and they were going to be lost to the streets soon. "I'll go. The streets are heating up, and Si is too unreliable and the rest are too slow." Hunter quickly walked out the door. "And send Maddox when you find him." The door slammed shut.

Ozpin stood, alone now, staring at the closed door. "How am I supposed to convince him to chase ghosts?" He asked aloud.

Twelve minutes later found Hunter atop a rooftop, overlooking the tech bar. No one entered. No one left. The trail would be cold soon. Time to get to work.

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#, as written by Jorxio
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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Character Portrait: Eve Winders Character Portrait: James Goldsworth Character Portrait: Craven
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~Craven~





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

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

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

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

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Character Portrait: Lucielle Thorn
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Lucielle stood. The sun hung low in the sky, and only a few stragglers remained inside the foundry. Walking to the front doors, she pulled on the handle, finding it locked.

The door didn't last long.

Exploding off its hinges, glass and scorched pieces of metal flew throughout them enterance. Only a large smoldering hole remained. Stepping through, Lucielle saw a secretary sitting behind a desk. Not taking any chances, Lucielle crossed the room in a heartbeat, delivering several searing blows to the woman, leaving a burning corpse on the floor. It didn't take long to find the door she needed.

Another explosion ruptured throughout the foundry, exposing a large metal-working area, full of nothing but machines and scrap metal. Across the room, a door opened, a janitor poking his head out. Seeing the destruction and Lucielle standing in the center, his eyes went wide as he slammed the door shut.

Ash streaked across the room as a bolt of fire incinerated the door, revealing a second room with a metal walkway and several large devices pumping fire and ash into the room. Unfortunately the ventilation systems were in proper working order, pulling it all out of the room. Crossing into the room as quickly as possible, Lucielle melted the ventilation coverings, making them effectively useless. The janitor stood in the corner, cowering behind a matinence panel.

Only cinders remained.

Setting to work, Lucielle concentrated her fire upon the machines, causing them to slowly rupture and distort...

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#, as written by Jorxio
"...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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~Craven~




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Character Portrait: Lucielle Thorn Character Portrait: Vanessa "Aphrodite" Eris
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Vanessa arrives from the Alleyway, she decided to continue her search for the, "Freelance Initiative," some other time. Vanessa took her time, scanning the scenery. It was after sunset, so she couldn't watch the children at the park. She loved to watch children at the park, playing, laughing, and being kids, with not a care to worry about. Vanessa always knew it was her motherly instincts that caused these feelings, a need to make them safe.

As Vanessa proceeded to the more industrious center, a smell caught her interest, the smell of fire. Fires weren't a common thing, Vanessa smiles, "I think the Burning Thorn is here," she tells herself, then she proceeded closer to the source of the burning, and maybe, evidence of Lucielle...

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P A N D O R A

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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Vanessa looked at Lucielle expectantly. Her eyes full of something. Fury, bravery, compassion, all registered, but one stood out above the rest.

Power.

Vanessa needed power. She lusted for it in her eyes. Perhaps, in that light, Lucielle and Vanessa were similar in that respect. She was calm, controlled. Her actions were smooth calculated. Perhaps a more experienced mind would know. Would be able to see the game Vanessa was playing.

Unfortunately, Lucielle held no such mind. He thoughts clouded with perpetual destruction, she thought of the asset a confidant person like Vanessa would make. Only if she knew her stance, her abilities.

Lucielle turned away, facing the smoldering crater. "You already know me, what's left to Introduce?" Burning the air, she encompassed her arms in pure flame. "The Demon of Emperia, The Ashen Death that falls upon the land. I am the dusk, ending the lovely sunshine and freedom this place has known for far too long."

Her arms smoldered out, leaving behind small trails of smoke that drifted into the air. "Even now, my name plagues those who hear it with fear, though..." She trailed off, turning to Vanessa, "I am still not as strong as I must be. The Devil's hand is stretching over this land, and I must be powerful enough to rule."

"So why have you come to see me?"

Sirens began to play in the distance. Lucielle wouldn't mind anouther chance to melt something to cinders, but her power was already waning, and she couldn't afford to look weak before her 'guest'.

"If you wish to speak further, come. Follow me around the corner. In the dark."

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Vanessa followed, smiling, it appeared that she was making progress. "If you're the dusk," she began, "Then I must be the dawn."

From there, Vanessa began to calculate, planning her words. She knew that if Lucielle held power in her abilities, then maybe she could listen to a powerful speaker, one able to have a request issued and down in just a few words. With the way Lucielle described herself, maybe she'll listen to comparisons.

"If you're the destruction, then I'm the creation that sparks succession," Vanessa then paused, allowing time to give her words spacing, "Do you see what I'm saying? I heard of you leading a group of like-minded individuals, a group that I seek to join. If the succession I dream were to happen, there must first be destruction."

Vanessa then looked to Lucille expectantly, looking for signs of her being moved by her clever speech.

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Nia was sick. It hurt to move, to talk. It hurt to see and it hurt to hear. Not that she should if she could. She was in hiding. Her last adventure had drawn too much attention. But it was worth the lives saved. Her head beat at her skull as she lay, trying to rest. Even with her eyes closed she could feel the world spinning around her despite gravity behaving in its usual way.

There was a disturbance. A visitor. She squeezed her eyes shut harder, as if it would help to bury the curiosity. It didn’t work and within five minutes she was up on her wobbly feet and making her way to the sounds that beat at her brain mercilessly.

Nia quavered as she went, but there was some clarity gifted to her when she saw what was happening. She was quite the fan of Devon’s gadgets – not that she could buy any for herself, and, well, she tended to end up destroying anything on her when she was in ‘flight’. But she couldn’t say she was fond of the man. No, she was fairly certain his next visit could be to the people who wanted their skins. She approached; beat up and busted but still in that sometimes worrying optimistic mind-set of hers.

“Hm” she began, introducing herself to the conversation as she came up behind Ella. “Anything to stop me crashing?”

It was a joke – probably not he most tasteful – but, making fun of herself made her feel better, at least.

The world went swimming again and she took a hold of the table as a bad wave of vertigo washed over. Once it had settled some, she opened her eyes a little to examine what was on offer.

“Nice. I guess I have that to look forward to later this week.” She said, still managing to sound polite despite the malice behind her intentions. It was a jibe at the way he worked; who else he might provide for. Her mistrust was plain in her eyes.

After a few moments and wince, she gave Ella a disapproving look.

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#, as written by Jorxio
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...
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...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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"Dawn?" Lucielle regarded the thought like a new concept. "Dawn..."

Her power had only led her to see a world of perpetual destruction. A world of fire and brimstone where her and others like her ruled, struck fear into those without their power. And with that fear, obedience. And those who lashed out were toyed with and crushed, as Lucielle Sat upon her burning throne, setting ablaze to all.

But she had never thought of what would come after.

Of the peace, of the freedom, of the tranquility, and joy it could all bring.

The thought sickened her.

Vanessa certainly had something, she was a Catalyst, that much was easy to tell, she could sense the power beneath her skin. How that power manifested was unknown. Vanessa definitely someone she'd have to keep an eye on.

"Tell you what, I'll meet with my 'friends', and we shall see. But remember," Lucielle jabbed Vanessa in the chest, "if you're not with us, you're against us."

Turning away, Lucielle stepped further into the shadows. "Meet me at the bridge to the Outskirts tomorrow this time." She said, not waiting for an answer, and stepping completely into the shadows.

An explosion sounded in the distance. Grinning, she ran off as fast as she could towards the sound.

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Vanessa smiles as Lucille leaves, phase one of her... Recruitment, was complete. She then turns and leaves, satisfied, keeping signs of being shook up secret. She knew it was the fact of her being a Catalyst that saved her, this time.

She hears the explosion in the distance, "I wonder if it's the MCF that set it off," she mused. She knew the MCF's dark side, but she had nothing to prove it. She wouldn't put bombing a known Catalyst hang-out above them. She wanted to try and speak against them, but she had plans as well.

She began to think of her next move. Her first thought was, Venus, a persona she'd take up as a cyber informant. She'd provide information she knew and manipulate the Chaos Insurgency to her whim, she also knew of how some places were bombed, key locations of Horizon and the Insurgency, so there must either be a hacker, or an inside man, whatever the case, if she attracted the perpetrator, she could kill two birds with one stone. She muses further, "Connecting dots, what knowledge it brings."

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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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Hunter kept out of the way of Craven's blade as he charged past. Craven's shoulder clipped Hunter, sending him sprawling from Craven.

[¡]Sloppy[/¡].

The gravel floor hurt as it dug into his skin and scraped and tore his skin. He pulled himself up, staring fiercely at Craven. Craven was still turning, readying himself for another attack. Hunter's sword was behind Craven, still holding the limp arm beneath it. Hunter sighed, if Ozpin got word of this, he'd flip. Sending him back into the training room. He had let himself get disarmed, caught off guard, and thrown across a rooftop.

Sloppy.

He held out his hand, thrusting his palm straight downwards. His sword twitched, before digging through the ground. Hunter spread the bone across the entire underside of the rooftop. Pulling a small Foundation-issued handgun from a side holster, he loaded and cocked it.

Now he was ready.

Now, enough blood flowed through and around him, either his own, Craven's, or perhaps the soldiers who laid as small remnants of shredded clothing; their flesh, blood, and bone turned into weapons for the gruesome fight taking place above the streets of the city.

Just as Hunter threw himself at Craven, blood circling around his entire body, building momentum and force, he heard an explosion down a few blocks. He ignored it. Leaping over Craven, Hunter spiked the blood downwards, watching it tear into his skin and run into his grotesque figure. Landing behind him, he fired several bullets into Craven's skull to seemingly little avail.

Keeping his ground, he kept out of reach before Craven got his chance to attack with his own blade.

Hunter stood still, playing the defensive.