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Miss Massacre

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a character in “The Midnight Society.”, as played by Dawn ✩ Quixotic

Description

Name: Luciana MacBeth

Nicknames: Lucky (to gangsters, mostly), Mack (to everybody else)

Alias: Miss Massacre

Age: 19

Height: 6' 0"

Weight: 159 lbs.

Infamy: Luciana MacBeth has a moderate reputation as a mundane gangster in the criminal underworld. Her villain guise is mostly popular amongst conspiracy theorists and other fringe aficionados, who have given her the name "Miss Massacre" after seeing her present at the site of several disasters, terrorist attacks, and other tragic incidents over the past couple years.

Appearance: Luciana is tall and slender, having a somewhat androgynous build, with short blond hair and blue eyes. She often wears thick glasses and heavy make-up.

Costume Mack's usual costume attire is a wide-brimmed hat, a ridiculously long wig, a mask covering the top of her face, a black blazer, necktie, and skirt, stockings and boots. Sometimes the details and colors vary, but she wears a distinctive crow sigil brooch.

Powers: The ability to manipulate luck, most often to generate "good" luck. However, occasionally this will backfire when she's used up enough luck, meaning both extraordinarily good and bad things happen around her. She cannot usually get specific outcomes, just generally "favorable" or "unfavorable" ones depending on the circumstances, though she is able to suppress this ability so events around her will go according to natural chance.

Technology/Equipment: Mack's practical sidearm of choice is a customized Desert Eagle dubbed the "Reppuken", She also has a custom-designed, gold-plated Taurus revolver called the "Raging Storm", which she uses solely to play Russian roulette. Notably she cannot actually hit anything with either unless using her powers. She also owns a katana, which is her go-to melee weapon.

Personality: Mack is rather fickle and tends to be quite careless due to over-reliance on her powers, and be very myopic and lacking in empathy for others, unless she really likes them. She still tends to be good-natured and friendly, after all when everything tends to go your way there's little need to be cruel, and she's even donated quite a bit to the clean-up of the incidents she's been present for. However, this easygoing attitude is only a direct result of good occurrences that keep happening to her, rather than any real confidence, and she otherwise suffers from intense anxiety over things going wrong during one of her dry spells, or the possibility of losing her powers entirely for some reason. This has driven her to work very hard trying to engineer backup plans in case she loses her fortune, and to actually bother learning a few key things like fighting, first-aid, basic mechanics, and an assortment of other basic survival skills, so she can at least take care of herself if things ever go sour.

History: Mack was no stranger to rare circumstances, even from birth. On her mother's side, the granddaughter of a prominent Italian crime boss, and on her father's side descended from Scottish royalty (yes, that MacBeth). But even beyond her family's wealth and power, she's led a charmed life due to her super powers, and despite her young age has been able to travel extensively and otherwise take advantage of a large number of interesting opportunities. However, now that she is adult, she has been taking more of an interest in the family business, and exploring the potential for outright supervillainy, while attempting to hone her control over her abilities by influencing the occurrence of disasters.

So begins...

Miss Massacre's Story

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Miss Massacre

Mack looked again at the invitation quizzically. This was the clock tower, right? This had to be some kind of mistake, she wasn't a "supervillain" she just like to cosplay in public and suddenly there were terrorists or hurricanes or giant monsters... it was the internet fanboys that tried to ascribe some kind of scheme to her.

Never mind that all those unfortunate coincidences were the result of her abusing her ability in order to get more shiny Pokémon but that was hardly her fault, much less some kind of villainous plan.

Nonetheless, this had to be some kind of insanely lucrative opportunity, perhaps it was just more of her fabulous luck that caused these Midnight guys to mistake her for some kind of criminal mastermind.

Meanderingly, she made her way to her designated entry spot, navigated the tunnels and alcoves and hidden doorways and finally found her way to the meeting room.

Immediately, but still casually, she walked over and took a seat and scanned the room as everyone eyed her.
Especially that big guy. Dude looked like he was gonna bust a gasket.
"Aw, sweet, prawns? I love these." She grabbed several and continued examining everybody.
Guy in the purple sweater...
The guy that looked like he just got out of prison...
Cat chick... mmm, pretty cute that one...
And the other chick... wow...
And then this pale dude...
And then the big goliath-lookin' mofo...
Well, she was sure they were all badasses in one way or another. It would be interesting to work with some actual colorful characters, rather than a bunch of boring gangsters... why real life wasn't more like Snatch she'd never know. Maybe she needed to move to England? She'd have to put it on her possible to-do list.

Ugh, God, this food was good. She rarely got bad meals per se, but it was infrequent she got stuff this spectactular due to the fact she mostly just ordered pizza night after night. She was quick to devour, napkin her mouth, and then grab something else, somehow finding time to talk in between in all.
"So what'd I miss? Y'all got invited to this thing too, right? When's whoever in charge gonna get here, it's pretty bad form to be late like this..." she said as she continued to shove food in her mouth.
Spying Mr. E's less than amused glare at her, she asked, "What you want me to pass the escargot or something?" She shook the tiny trail of snails daintily at him.

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Mr. E had to bite back the urge to attack the latest arrival. Teach her some respect. Couldn't she tell who was in charge? Wasn't his mere presence alone enough to establish his authority? Apparently not, he realized while staring at Mack who seemed to be doing her best to sample everything on the table. He furrowed his eyebrows further in frustration at her first question, not wanting to repeat his long winded explanation yet again-he was an impatient man who hated to repeat himself. Finally Mack seemed to notice the venomous look Mr. E was giving her, their eyes locking momentarily before Mack spoke directly to him.

"What you want me to pass the escargot or something?"

The way she rattled the tray of dead snails in front of him nearly made him lose it, his jaw visibly tightening from the stress. He could feel his pearly white teeth begin to grind together as they so often did when he was angry, a habit his dentist had been getting on him more and more about ("It's bad for you!"). The longer Mr. E sat there simply staring at Mack the more an uneasy, almost hostile, feeling began to overwhelm the room.

Luckily for Mr. E (or perhaps Mack) his attention was torn away from the woman as Stretch broke the eerily growing silence in the room, his rough "pack a day habit" voice catching the attention of everyone in the room.
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"Well King Kong over there want's us to steal some...something from Blue Tessla. You know the guy. Henchmen, secret base, shoots lightning out of his fucking hands. The whole nine yards. Some kinda 'test'." Stretch quickly filled in the newcomer, adding a set of air quotes when he spoke the word "test".

"But what I wana know." Stretch began again as he slid his plate of food to the side. The thought of going up against an A list super villain had made the exquisitely prepared food taste like ash in his mouth. "Is how we are going to get there, or find him, or whatever. I mean I doubt he's got like, a neon sign over his base saying "Blue Tessla" or something, right?"
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Mr. E, who had surprisingly been listening to Stretch rather intently, simply waved his hand in the air at Stretch's question. As if to say 'not a problem.'

"You have to remember you work for The Society now, boy." Mr. E thundered in what sounded like amusement. Suddenly his massive frame shifted in it's seat and bending forward he reached underneath his chair before quickly returning to his upright position. Only now Mr. E was clutching a box of some finely polished wood. Setting the fine little piece of craftsmanship on the table Mr. E carefully opened the thing, his face beaming at whatever it was inside the box.

"This may sting a little." He finished with a suspicious grin before randomly taking the box and swinging it towards the center of the table as if he were tossing a bucket of water onto a roaring flame. The case had contained what looked like six simple metal balls no bigger then a BB bullet, but instead of the contents of the case sprawling out onto the table in a messy pile they began to move and fly around the room at astonishing speeds while emitting a strange humming noise. As quickly as they had shot around the room they began to slow, the six tiny spheres coming to a stop directly in front of the faces of everyone in the room. They simply remained there hovering for a moment, emitting their strange little humming noises.
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What the hell's he talkin about Stretch wondered to himself as he watched the events unfold. He could only imagine what crazy scientist had come up with...whatever these metal balls were. Whatever they were Stretch assumed they were probably incredibly useful or dangerous. Honestly knowing the Society it was probably both.

Staring at the shiny little orb that now sat in front of his face Stretch noticed how it moved and shook slightly as if tying to hold it shape. He couldn't help but think it resembled the same shapeless silvery mercury used in thermometers and such. He was in the middle of thinking the thing actually looked kinda of cute when, with no time to respond, the small ball shot up through Stretchs mask and into his nose, continuing its path of trajectory until Stretch could literally feel something messing around in his brain.

And it BURNED.

From the loud clatter and commotion he could hear around him Stretch could only assume the same thing that had happened to him had happened to everyone else. He wasnt sure though-his own pain was blinding.

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The more Vincent tried to understand what was going on the more confused he got. To him the whole group seemed to be filled with odd figures, he couldn't see how they were supposed to work with together. He couldn’t se how he was supposed to work together with them. From Vincent perspective the only somewhat sane looking person in the room was the purple spy, still purple was a color that made Vincent nauseous. The last one that arrived didn't look much saner either. The things didn't exactly help her case either, even Vincent had understood who was in charge by just entering the room. It wasn't hard to detect who had the most authority around them. It was natural for Vincent to feel it, he was and had always been a loyal marionette without a mind of his own in those people’s hands.

When others seemed to get nervous by the assignment Vincent just shrugged inside his mind, he couldn't see what people got nervous about. It was just some petty theft they were asked to do. No, Vincent had no idea who the man they were going to steal something from was or why he should fear him. Even after the man in the jump suit described who the man was to the newcomer Vincent still shrugged and thought "Meh" about it all. He didn't fear some lousy henchmen or some laser shooting maniac. He was positive he had been through worse things before in his previous life.

While the conversations continued Vincent started to lean back in his chair in a sluggish manner, about to tip the weight onto the rear legs when everything got a little less boring. As soon as the box got onto the table he leaned forward for the first time, interested in what was about to happen. And what he got what some sort of orb. Nothing more than that, sure they were humming and flying. But to Vincent it wasn't that brilliant. But just as he criticized the surprise he had to eat his own words as the little ball suddenly flew right up his nose.

It stung. Just a little however. Or perhaps a lot. Vincent didn't know, he was too busy clawing his way through the table trying to stay composed. But the pain, it was simply too good. He couldn't even hear the other's shouts of pain around him, the only thing he could hear was how his heart beat got louder and louder. How the adrenaline pumped through his body. The only thing he could feel was how he desired more of it. He wanted the orb to continue poking around inside his brain, more of the sensation it gave. The bloody fingers from all the clawing wasn't nearly enough. He needed more. More.

Then the shouts. Suddenly he heard the shouts. Not around him. Inside him. The pained shouts from voices he hadn't even heard before. The begging of some sort of pain to stop. So many sounds. It filled his head, drew away the happiness he had felt just a moment ago. In terror his hands moved from the table to his head instead, clawing at the scull. Painting the white hair red by the blood from the already healed wounds on his fingers. The shouting didn't stop. It just got louder. And louder. Louder. He couldn't think anymore. He could just hear the shouts.

"Shut up... Sh-Shut up!" His chair fell violently to the ground as he stood up and shouted for the first time before he simply smashed his own head against the table over and over again in an attempt to force the voices out of his mind, "Shut up! Shut up! SHUT UP!"

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The room now packed with an oddball group and the revelation of the society's intentions gave way to immediate curiosity on Grav's part. What is the point of collecting these individuals? He pondered, surely a crack team of skilled mercenaries would be better suited to the task, but it definitely piqued Wilson's interest. Blue Tessla, that would be a challenge... Not that the minuscule Dr Grav could possibly compete... Or could he?

Wilson banished the thoughts from his mind, thinking of such a prolific scientist as Tessla would only agitate him. Sooner or later he'd end up wanting his blood on his breakfast cereal, there's only place for one after all.

No... I never could, he's in the big leagues Wilson thought.

As he was about to speak up, announce his trepidation into taking on such a strong opponent straight away, Mr E presented his fascinating little devices. His thoughts were cut short yet again as Wilson and everyone else in the room was set upon by these metal spheres. Shooting up his nose like a rocket, Wilson recoiled away from the table, slamming into the back wall. He couldn't speak, he tried to do something but it was already inside, rattling around his skull as the sensation became unbearable. Then his pain gave way to anger.

"Arrrggh!" He shouted initially, becoming more guttural the longer he shouted, his violent nature overriding the pain as he bent upwards and shot a deathly stare at Mr E. "AHHHAAHAAH! I WILL CRUSH YOU, MARK MY WORDS LARGE MAN!!". He "I AM... I am.." Dr Grav straightened out, calming his mind. Then the voices came in, he could hear them, they were in pain. Most were screaming, if only internally, one of them seemed to be enjoying the pain, Wilson wasn't quite sure what to make of it. His personality was dwarfed by the others he could hear. The destruction of Mr E would have to wait.

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Scene 2
First Night
××What's Going On?××



|| Location ✦ Bay City ~ Little Ben ||
|| State of Mind ✧ Confused ||









As soon as Aryll began to cry, lots more commotion started. More people came, and she was tackled by a black haired girl. Aryll was dumbfounded. The girl was treating her like a pet. She was in her human form.... oh, she did it halfway. She still had her purple furry ears and tail. Soon after everyone arrived, Mr. E had explained their mission. She stood there and listened, still in the girl's arms. Many items then were spread out across the table. He said it was equipment. A small metal ball peaked her interest. As it floated towards Aryll, she began to get a little tense.

PING

It flies up her nose slowly traveling to her brain. The pain is irresistible as she cups her head in her hands. She groans in pain as it starts to subside. She can hear screams of agony in her head, and she fully turns into her cat form. Insane. That's one word to describe her. She jumps away from the girl and jumps up onto the cieling holding on for dear life. "STOP! STOP IT!" Aryll screams. She now feels no more of the pain and calms down, turning back to her human form, fully this time. She falls from the cieling, landing in a perfect handstand. She flips landing upright. "What just happened?

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Scene 3
The First Night
☆Robo-Thingies Make You PSYCHIC?!☆



|| Location ✦ Bay City ~ Little Ben ||
|| State of Mind ✧ I CAN READ MINDS! :D ||





Mania had sort of lost track of what was going on around her due to her preoccupation with fluffing the ears of the strange purple-y kitty-person, and as such, had been paying little attention to... well, everything, really, up until the point that the victim of her glomp abruptly disappeared into the ceiling with a cry of alarm, causing Mania, momentarily too distracted by her dismay at the vanishing the cat to concentrate on maintaining her forcefield, to fall to the ground in a rather comical fashion. Grumbling wordlessly under her breath, she rolled over, staring blankly up and wondering if gravity was all part of a cat conspiracy to enslave humanity when suddenly...

Ooh, shiny! She thought, her attention suddenly focusing on a tiny, metallic speck hovering over her. Just as she noticed it, it shot sharply downward towards her.

...So, she opened her mouth and swallowed it whole.

The very confused brain probe found itself suddenly on its way into a completely different organ than it had intended it enter. But, it was an adaptable little device, and so decided to make the best of its current position, slipping swiftly through the oblivious villainess' stomach and from there into her bloodstream, riding this current right into her brain. By sheer coincidence, it ended up exactly where it needed to be, without ever having to shuffle through her brain to get there.

And so it was that, sitting up, Mania found herself very confused by the sudden presence of extra voices in her head, having not even realized what the drone was or what it had been doing. She had long since known she was crazy, and that hearing voices was a sign of such. The only surprise there was that she hadn't started hearing voices sooner. Rather, what was bizarre was that they appeared to be the voices of the other people in the room.

"Oh my god...!" Mania exclaimed, clasping her hands together as though she would explode from excitement at any moment. "I'M PSYCHIC! Quick, everybody, don't think about cats!" She stared at everybody very seriously before breaking out in a massive grin. "You thought about them. I know, BECAUSE I CAN READ MINDS!" She gave a maniacal cackle of glee, spinning wildly around in some sort of bizarre "I just became a psychic so HAH!" victory dance.

Just then, however, a man across the table began pounding his forehead into its surface and screaming at her to shut up. Mania pouted, angrily floating up into the air and hopping over the table in a single bound, somehow redirecting her forcefields to hang herself upside down in front of him, reaching down and fluffing his silvery hair vigorously.

"Aww, don't be so frumpy now, Mr. Grumpy Grumpington,~" She chuffed, speaking as though to a very small child. "Your mind was probably boring until I started reading it anyway."

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