the wicked game

the wicked game

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the heroes and the villains are being held to ransom. slink into the dark and hide who they are... or risk having their darkest secrets exposed. but will working together help them to defeat this threat? or will it tear them apart for good?

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Introduction

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"some secrets need to be told. others need to be buried and should never see the light of day again."




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the golden age of superheroes is over. for a time, the heroes were idolised. the police service was grateful for their assistance. the world saw them as a gift. not a curse. villains rose in response to the heroes, the people cast aside or who desired chaos for some other reason. they fought their battles in the city, and the city let them for a while. but eventually, questions began to be murmured. and then shouted. who are these superheroes? where did they come from? why should they be allowed to cause destruction and the city and its citizens be forced to foot the bill? why are the police service too incompetent to find who the villains are? a quiet resentment grows. and then a quiet resistance grows. somebody who has a talent for finding out secrets. they find out the secrets that the heroes fought to keep buried. they find out the secrets that made the villains who they are. these are the secrets, the knowledge, that could expose them all and ruin everything. for those who don't care about their identity, they still know all of their dirty secrets. the things that, at best, would ruin their personal lives if exposed, and that at worst, would forever ruin public opinion of heroes.





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and instead, they use it to bring them to their knees. unless they cease all public activity immediately, their secrets will be leaked, along with their identities, their weaknesses, everything about them that could destroy them. the heroes and the villains work independently to try and find out who is behind it, but their attempts fail. two brave, foolish heroes have their identities exposed and are found dead. a villain is exposed and disappears a few days later. eventually, they both realise that the only way they can ever hope to overcome this... is to work together to try and take them down. a temporary truce is called and they meet in a neutral ground. But these people have been actively trying to tear each other apart for as long as they can remember. Will they succeed? Or will their differences be the downfall of them all?





first things first, a reminder that god-modding is forbidden. god-modding typically means controlling a character without their player's permission. so when in doubt, ask. or better yet, collab on a post! romance and violence are pretty much a given for a drama-driven rp like this, but keep it within site rules. most importantly, if things get steamy, either fade to black or bring it off site. there will be adult themes within the rp. if the content veers into uncomfortable or distressing, please PM me and we can work around it or i can ask other players to alter as necessary. please keep the drama to the ic. any issues arising among members of the rp should be dealt with over pm. reservations go in the ooc as they're easier to keep track of. real face claims only, please. characters can be as old as you like, but must be and must appear to be over 18. the inter-personal drama will be as important, if not more so, than the external drama, so bear that in mind! please work with other writers to create dynamics between your characters. they don't have to be BFFs, worst enemies, or soulmates- just make sure your character isn't a total loner or beloved by everyone! variety is important and a little bit of drama is always fun. you have 48 hours to submit a WIP. that WIP can be a blank sheet, i just want something in to know you're still on board. you will then have 5 days after submitting your WIP to finish your character. i will grant extensions as long as you pm me. any further questions or issues, please pm me! i don't bite, promise. when reserving, i'd like your character's face claim, a 250px wide image of said face claim (don't worry if you can't find one, i'll figure something out :D), their speech colour, and a brief description of their secret (take a look at my character for inspiration!)

i have set up a discord server for chatting and discussing relationships! you aren't obliged to join, but trust me, it's so much easier when it comes to pming about relations!



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Cerys Day | Artemis | 24 | Enhanced Physiology | Lynn Gunn | partially-stars

When you're the baby sister of some of the most iconic heroes in the past few decades, there's a lot of pressure. So when your "ability" relegates you to the sidelines with a bow and arrow, it's hard not to be angry. Her parents didn't even notice when she went off the rails. They were too busy being heroes. She made it halfway across the States before anyone realised she was gone. It was only when one of her siblings was killed on the job that she stepped up to being an active hero- but her own family don't know. They don't know who Artemis is.

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Aaron Langdan | BludWynd | 25 | Shadow Manipulation | Evan Peters | Wolf's Bane109

Aaron had a surprisingly good upbringing, considering who his parents were and the reputation they had. You see, Aaron was the offspring of two very well known and feared villains. While they were masterminds of pure evil, when it came to their own child it was like a switch was flipped. They were every day, model citizens that wanted nothing but the best for their child, which is also why they kept their secret lives of villainy from their child. It was only when he was older and that his powers began to manifest that his parents tried to lead him down the path they were on, but one day a fatal accident happened that left him orphaned. Since then, Aaron has tried to right all of the wrongs and sins of his parents, and make things right for the people's lives that his parents ruined. He became the very thing his parents fought against for years, a surprisingly upstanding and reliable hero in the light of a darkening world...

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Jena Wainwright & Ardian Nobles | Gemini | 24/25 | Fire Manipulation/Water Manipulation | Zoe Sugg/Aflie Deyes | #D6130B/#0018BE| Maci-Care

Jena and Adrian weren't always one person, but after an accident when trying to flee from some crooks, they fell together and awoke the next day as one person. Being able to not just shift between their physical forms but as well as their own separate powers over an element, Jena with fire and Adrian with water. Not sure where to go and wanting help they quickly joined up with the heroes and starting to try to make a difference as Gemini, hoping to prevent any citizen of couple from being attacked.

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Kieran Valanetti | Malfyre | 23 | Telekenisis | Sophie Turner | Wolf's Bane109

From a young age, she had shown a complicated connection to her powers. Being more in tune with her emotions and mental state, rather than an ability that can be called at will. While she can use her abilities on command, they are more of a wild spurt of chaos, which has caused her to earn a darker reputation amongst the people in the city. Being more of a bother and reckless force of nature than a contained source of power, she has been lying in the shadows in recent years. Her past, for the most part, is raveled in mystery, all that is known is that she used to be a child of well-known superheroes, and seems to want to stray away from the way they used to do things. Tending to do things her way and her way only, getting her to follow ones command may not be an easy or even possible task.

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Dhani Batra | Paladin | 27 | Superhuman Durability/Healing Abilities | Rahul Kohli | #87275a | nonconformingrole

Dhani had a pretty normal upbringing; his mother also had powers, but they weren't anything special, not enough to fight crime with, anyway. But when Dhani was a teenager, his powers began to manifest. Of course, he did what any teenage boy would do: he initially used his powers to pull off stupid stunts, but quickly shifted into crime fighting. He's got a reputation to rush into danger first, and ask questions later. After all, not much can keep him down for long.

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Atticus Hawkins | Icarus | 22 | Precognition | Samuel Larsen | partially-stars

All his life, he's been haunted by visions. Things decades ahead, things that happen the minute he opens his eyes- he has no control over it, and simply has to hope someone has his back when a vision hits. He was forced in to being a villain. His parents had never liked the heroes, being mixed up in all the wrong type of business- so when the villains came knocking, he was thrust into working with them. He used to be tied up in a crime family as well. But when the head of the family was killed, Atticus saw it as his way out. He saw it coming with enough time to stop it- but let it happen.

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Piper Young | Aboleth | 21 | Mind Control | Florence Pugh | #3e7a4e | nonconformingrole

Piper didn't set out to be a villain. She grew up with a normal enough life: loving parents, a playful older brother. They didn't have much money, but she never let that bother her. There was a time when she tried to use her powers for good, to help people. But the lure of power was strong, and her own power made attaining it all too easy. At first, she just wanted enough to get by, but she never really knew when to stop, and the more involved she got with villainy, the more she realized that she liked it.

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Michael Bennett | Prime/Legion | 30 | Replication | Tom Macdonald | Bayonet RPG

Michael was a troubled youth who struggled growing up in a single parent family after his father's untimely death while serving in the military. Despite his and his families struggles Michael was determined to not become another petty criminal youth and instead focused on remaining positive and joining the military just like his father, against his mother's wishes. While serving as a soldier he became aware of his abilities, being able to replicate objects, including himself. After a traumatic event where a number of his close friends died while serving, Michael is discharged for mental health issues. Now a war veteran and with the emergence of heroes and villains, Michael decides to use his abilities to eliminate those he deems a threat to the society he fought and his friends died to protect. His extreme actions towards villains and heroes has labeled Prime, and his organization of clones, the Legion, as a criminal organization.

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Luciana Morrison | Red Witch | 24 | Blood Manipulation | Taylor Momsen | Maci-Care

Some people choose to be villain off the need for power, others do it for the money, and some do it just to have fun and cause chaos, but none of these reasons were why Luciana became a villain. From a young age her environment was always anti-supernatural, so when her parents found out what she was and how she could manipulate blood, and after a little bit of an altercation, Lucy began her life on the run. Even when she went to some so called heroes for help at a young age, they called her a monster and a villain, when all she wanted was advice and to be welcomed. So when some villains offered her done sanctuary and a life, she accepted becoming a villain, accepting who she was meant to be. For Luciana Morrison, the villain life choose her.

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To escape the world, I've got to enjoy that simple dance
And it seemed that everything was on my side
Blood on my side
She seemed sincere like it was love and true romance
And now she's out to get me


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Luciana just smiled as Atticus said they would talk about the kiss later, not really caring. She had done their job of being a distraction for Artemis and Gemini to sneak off, and she got a little extra with the kiss. As the crowd began to disperse and Att walked away, the two of them now had to focus on smaller targets, to make sure they didn’t go patrolling around and give the heroes some time. Lucy found her target quickly as he was starting his patrols around the room and possibly heading towards one of the hallways soon possibly. She flipped her hair out of her face as she slightly increased her step to go talk to him.

Before Red Witch could get to her target, she accidently bumped into a large man, almost spilling his drink. “Oh I’m so sorr-.” She stopped dead in her sentence when she looked up and saw who she bumped into, someone that she immediately recognized. Colton Underwood. He was the most recent Bachelor from the show she would watch on a weekly basis and keep up on all social media platforms. Lucy was brought out of her initial shock when he spoke to her. “Oh, no no, it’s my fault. Wait, weren’t you the one that just danced out there? That was truly amazing.” He said with a smile.

Lucy just giggled a bit to herself, trying to stay cool. “I, uh. Yeah It was, thank you. You’re Colton right? From the Bachelor?” She asked. Colton quickly confirmed what she already knew. An actual bachelor, in person. Oh my god… She thought to herself before he spoke again. “You were amazing out there, may I have the name of the beautiful woman I just saw dancing.” Lucy started to blush as she complimented her. “I’m Luciana-” She quickly stopped herself, but it was too late, she had already said her name and couldn’t backtrack to the names they were supposed to be given.

“That’s a beautiful name. May I get you a drink?” Colton spoke up, holding out his hand to Luciana. She had to take a few deep breaths from freaking out, and nodded and took her hand. Luciana lowered her head, in an act to seem as well as not to freak out. As the two of them walked, she saw Piper across the room and pointed to the man leading her, mouthing out a single word. "Bachelor." And just smiled before disappearing behind the crowd.

Lucy was about to ask if he had a date tonight, but quickly remembered that the other week him and Cassie had a falling out after she caught him cheating on her with one of her friends, who was also married, so it made sense why he wasn’t asking about her fiancé that she just danced with. “So Mr. Underwood, wh-” She began to talk before he interrupted her. “Please, just call me Colton.” Lucy just nodded. “Okay Colton. What are you doing at an event like this?” She was genuinely curious, as well as wanting to make some small talk.

Colton let out a bit of a chuckle. “ABC network producers want me here to show some face and get some connections for next season, I’m getting a pretty good pay day out of it so I say it's worth it.” He said as he handed her a glass of champagne. “Plus I got to meet a pretty little lady named Luciana.” Lucy giggled. “Please, call me Lucy.” She said with a smile, giggle, and a wink. The two continued to talk, laugh, and drink. Colton exchanging some untold stories from the show and Luciana playing the pretty girl and loving every second of the bachelor's attention.

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The presence of another woman appearing beside Cerys was enough for her to sigh with relief. Cerys couldn’t say that she knew the woman. But there was an oddly familiar energy about her, something that she couldn’t quite put her finger on. But the woman walked away before she could figure it out. Perhaps just a charitable stranger.

She slipped immediately into her role as Gemini approached. She smiled at him and took the second glass from him, taking a small sip from it. “Thank you, darling. You look positively dashing yourself,” she said.

The first distraction came in the form of two people beginning a rather striking dance. Cerys would have liked to stay and watch, but she knew it was their chance to disappear. She turned and slipped down the nearest hallway. Her heels tapped on the floor, causing a little more noise than she was happy with, but they’d have to work with it. “They seemed to think that they’d have the hard drive somewhere near the ballroom, not in one of the bedrooms,” she said. There weren’t many rooms in the hotel that they could possibly be in, but they also didn’t have that much time. “Where should we start?”

Adrain had just started taking a sip when people started to circle around a couple, quickly seeing a blonde woman and dark hair gentlemen both wearing emerald green. “Probably them, we should get going.” He said to his partner before they slipped down the hall, Adrian letting out a laugh at her heels making a small clicking noise as they tapped. As they got away from the group the two started to discuss their plan. “Hmm, honestly no idea, say we just start going through and see what we can find. Maybe it’ll say property of the bad guys on it or something.” He said with a chuckle as the two started going through rooms.

Cerys nodded as Adrian suggested they just started searching the rooms. “Or maybe it’ll be labeled TOP SECRET PLANS, DO NOT TOUCH,” she joked as they let themselves into the first room. It appeared to be some sort of storage room, with more bottles of champagne and napkins and so on. There was nothing of interest, and they moved on to the next one. At first, it didn’t look particularly promising, until Cerys found a box, stashed in the corner. “Keep an eye on the door,” she whispered as she pulled it out and began digging through it.

Adrian let out a chuckle as Artemis joked back, and nodded as she requested keeping an eye out for any movement as well as seeing if he could hear any footsteps going. So boring… Why couldn’t we just stay in the ballroom and enjoy ourselves. He heard Jena say to him, he just rolled her eyes. As I said before. We aren’t here to have fun Jena. Now please can you be quiet so I can keep an eye out. He replied to her, though he turned his head back as his partner said she found something, and quickly, but quietly, heading over to see what she had found.

Cerys retrieved the box from the corner and began silently sorting through it, sitting cross-legged on the floor as she did so.. At first, it didn’t look that promising. But then she found what was supposedly an instruction manual for something that felt suspiciously heavy. “Gemini, come here,” she whispered. “Look at this,” she said, flicking through it until she found where pages had been cut out to conceal a hard drive. “They obviously were expecting-”

Someone was at the door and was opening it. Cerys only had a moment to think, and her reaction was almost a reflex. She pulled Gemini down on top of her, pressing her lips against his and pulling his hands so they were on her, slipping the hard drive into his pocket as she did so.

“You shouldn’t be in here,” a man’s voice said, and Cerys pulled away from Adrian, letting out a nervous giggle. “Sorry, we were just… we’ll be leaving,” she said, her voice higher and sickly sweet. She stood up and took Adrian’s hand, giggling a little as she pulled him out of the room. Once they were far enough away to be out of earshot, she took a moment to gather herself.

“Sorry about that, had to figure something out where he wouldn’t look too closely. Hard drive’s in your pocket, don’t lose it,” she said. “Make sure to lie low, if he realises the drive is gone, he’ll connect the dots. And if he does ask, somebody left the room before we went in, and they looked super suspicious,” she added, before turning and heading back towards the ballroom. As she did so, she lifted her hand to her face in an act of tucking her hair behind her ear, the mic concealed in her bracelet. “We have the hard drive, I’m on my way back to the ballroom now.”

As Adrian got over to Cerys, he saw the open manual with pages cut out perfectly holding in a hard drive. He listened to her talk until the door began to open. He was supposed to be keeping watch and now their cover was about to be blown. Though what happened next happened in a flash and something he wasn’t expecting. Next thing he knew he was straddling on top of Cerys and their lips together. His hands were quickly moved to his side as he felt something slide into his pocket.

Adrian's mind went blank as he was kissing Cerys and didn’t come to until she helped him up and let out a giggle as the two left the room, quickly getting away from whoever had opened the door, him being little red and warm from what just happened. Cerys spoke fast to him before she left and waltzed back to the main room. What the fuck was that!? Jena practically screamed at him.

Gemini leaned against the wall. It was nothing Jena, she, uh, just saved us. It was to keep us from getting caught Adrian sighed as he ran his hand through his hair. He knew Jena wasn’t happy with what just happened, and wasn’t exactly sure what else to tell her. First the cute names and the being all touchy, and then you two start making out. Did you forget I was here? Jena continued. “Enough!” Adrian said out loud accidentally. We don’t have time for this Jena. Just because they had the hard drive doesn’t mean they were home free yet. Jena? He asked, and then sighed as he figured she would be giving him the silent treatment. Adrian slowly stood up and composed himself before heading back to the ballroom.

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Dhani had to stay up much later than he’d wanted cleaning up the mess in his apartment, and he didn’t have an easy time convincing his landlord that repairing the window was something that he should be doing.Honestly, if he wanted it fixed, he’d probably have to do it himself, and he couldn’t afford that. So he’d live with it. At least for a while. Eventually Kieran, or his sisters, or his parents would find out he’d had a broken window for three months and yell at him for not saying anything, and they’d either pay for a repair or get their lawyer husband/son-in-law to gently remind his landlord of his legal obligation to provide a safe place for his tenants to live. Not that anything like that had happened before.

Regardless, he took it in stride. He decided not to let Red Witch’s threats (whatever they may be based in; be it bigotry or a plain old hatred for heroes) get to him. He wasn’t about to let her keep him from contacting Atticus. It started simply enough (sorry for forgetting to text you last night, I was pretty exhausted), and sort of escalated from there. Dhani didn’t do this sort of thing, not often. The texting and flirting was nice, but a little unfamiliar.

Then there was the ball. Dhani had never been to a ball before, a few Indian weddings, yes, but nothing like this. A lot of preparation was going into just getting them into the ball, let alone looking the part; and then there was the matter of running a particularly big distraction. With Kieran. Dhani was a little worried about that one; they needed it to go well, and while he and Kieran worked extraordinarily well together about half the time, there was the other half where nothing went to plan, it all fell apart, and they were more embarrassed than anything. He guessed the others were banking on things going well. Or, at least, they were counting on Dhani being able to keep Kieran in line. That was a lot to ask of Dhani, and probably too much to ask of Christian Sullivan. Dhani told Kieran right away that nobody was going to buy that name, but she just told him to call anyone who might question it racist. He wasn’t going to do that.

Dhani and Kieran had started to craft a backstory, and they were originally going to coordinate their outfits, be cute and matchy, but Dhani just couldn’t do it. It was never going to be a believable performance- from either of them- so he decided to skip trying to look like a couple in favor of looking fantastic. Honestly, he should probably have seen the whole thing crumbling then. Still, he had to admit he liked the opportunity to get dressed up. He hadn’t had many occasions to look his best since his sisters had gotten married, and that was more years ago than he cared to admit. Kieran arrived while he was still getting his hair in order, with some comment about how he was going to make them late. He just told her that she looked very pretty, and before long they were out the door.

Dhani wasn’t sure what he expected, but a limousine wasn’t it. He smiled at the driver as they slid into the back, and tried not to make any faces at Kieran. For the first portion of their friendship, Dhani had been extremely concerned about where Kieran got her money, how she could afford to buy such nice things for other people, who the hell was paying his rent for him, but over time he’d learned to stop asking questions. He wasn’t any less worried, but there were never any satisfactory answers, and there just wasn’t a reason to ask a question with no real answer. Still, something on his face must have given him away, because Kieran started talking about having to play the part of being rich, and not asking too many questions. She was right, he knew that. He just had expected something a little less… Flashy, maybe. She told him about the limo, told him to stop being uptight, and he sighed. “I’m not uptight, I just-” She offered him a drink, and he declined with a dismissive gesture. “I just try to take this stuff seriously, you know?” He knew that wouldn’t get through to her, and he also knew he was going to have to watch her. He didn’t need her drunk in there. What he needed was someone on his side in case things went south; he didn’t have any weapons (he didn’t normally use or carry any, anyway), and he wasn’t sure how this venue was going to be if a fight broke out. He could take a good deal of abuse before a fight really got to him, but he prefered not to test the limits of his powers if he didn’t have to.

After making sure all of his communication equipment was in place, and triple-checking that is was all working properly, Dhani finally felt semi-prepared for this. Will I ever feel prepared for doing anything besides punching someone in the face? He didn’t have a good answer to his own question.

Being inside the hotel didn’t make him feel much better. It didn’t take long before Kieran said she was going to scout on ahead, “Wait, no, we should-” But she was gone before he could spout out the merits of a team staying together. He lost her pretty quickly in the crowd. She had to be over six feet tall in those shoes, how did he lose her? He was trying to keep an eye out for her, grabbed a glass of champagne so he didn’t look out of place. His powers made it take a little extra effort to get drunk, so he might even drink it.

Then he saw a couple dancing. Well, really, the dance almost demanded your full attention. That was Atticus, and presumably, Red Witch. This must be their distraction. Shit. He needed to find Kieran, but… Damn, this dance was really impressive. They had clearly put a lot of work into it. It made for a good distraction, clearly. He was just about to move on when it seemed the dance was done, and Red Witch was looking right at him. He didn’t hear the question, but he certainly heard the answer. “Oh, he's my fiancé.”

And then she kissed Atticus.

A few thoughts tumbled through Dhani’s head. First, the rational thought that this was just a part of the distraction; but that didn’t last very long. His mind went to Red Witch breaking into his apartment, seeming so protective over Att in the warehouse. He felt… Stupid. He needed to find Kieran, he couldn’t focus on this now. Of course she was angry, He had work to do, he couldn’t let whatever was going on in his head get in the way, that makes sense. He downed his glass of champagne.

He needed to find Kieran.

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It didn't take long to identify the woman he was supposed to be distracting. She was trying and failing to give off a certain image. She was just a little too old for a dress that was a little too tight, the curls already starting to fall out of her hair, and her lipstick already a little smudged from the champagne glass in her hand. But she gave off an aura of power, and Atticus knew that judging her based on her appearance would be a very foolish thing to do. This woman was dangerous, and she was influential in this whole scenario. He was only supposed to distract her, but he knew that she would be a vital source of information.

He was right in thinking that she would stop to talk to him. It would be an easier way to initiate a conversation rather than having to come up with an excuse to talk to her. She smiled as she saw him walking past, stopping him with a gentle touch on her arm. Her perfume was not unpleasant but it was overwhelming.

"Aren't you the young man that danced so wonderfully a few minutes ago?" She asked.
"Yes ma'am. William Goldberg-Jameson, a pleasure to meet you," he said, taking her hand and gently kissing it. Her smile was one of a woman who was used to being treated with such respect. Flattery would get him nowhere with this woman, she was far too used to receiving it. He'd need to be someone she was interested in.
"You really put on a show for us, it was refreshing to experience such a thing. So tell me, what brings such an... interesting man as yourself to this wonderful event?" She asked. She evidently could read him as well as he could read her, which would be an issue. Lying would be much harder.
"Well, my fiancée simply insisted on coming. She loves any opportunity to dance and show me off, and see if she couldn't find some worthy causes to interest her," he said. "And of course, I was only too delighted to attend." It was a veiled version of the truth, and one she seemed to swallow easily.
"How lovely for you. What business are you in?" She asked.
"Oh, she dabbles in whatever interests her and always seems to turn a profit," he said with a small laugh. "And I... well, my family has more... specialised interests. One of our ventures is... private security," he said, hoping she would take the bait. And she did.
"Indeed. You know, William, I've been interested in hiring some more... security agents for one of my own enterprises. I'd love to discuss this more at a later date. I don't talk business at these events- after all, that's not why either of us are here, is it?" She asked with a laugh. Bingo.
"Absolutely. Allow me to give you my number and you can call me at any point. I'm sure we can come to some... agreement. I think you'll find our staff are very suitable for your interests. They're highly... specialised. Excuse me, do you have a pen?" He asked a passing server, who produced one from her apron and handed it to him. "Thank you." He took a napkin and scribbled down a number belonging to a burner phone he'd acquired a few years ago and handed it to her. Tracking it would lead to nothing about him. She took the napkin and smiled.
"I look forward to talking business," she said. The conversation was clearly over, and Atticus just prayed it had been long enough to distract her. He turned around and instinctively scanned the room... where he spotted Lucy batting her eyelashes at some guy that was definitely not her mark.

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Time went by rather slowly as Kieran made her way around the main lobby of the hotel, keeping her eyes constantly scanning over the room as she did so. Trying her best to not seem out of place or a figure of suspicion. She laid low and kept to one of the walls as she sipped the glass of champagne she had taken earlier. Kieran was lost in her thoughts until a figure crept up beside her, giving her a small smile. “Well hello. What’s a beautiful lady like you doing over here by yourself?” the man asked with a smirk, before taking a sip of his own drink. Kieran gave him a small smirk in return at his question, trying to not act like she had been zoning out until then. “Oh, I’m just uh, taking a small breather from the crowds for a moment. Sienna Hopkins, nice to meet you.” she extended her hand out, the man gave another coy smile as they exchanged pleasantries. “Aiden Charles Leon, pleasure to meet you, Ms. Hopkins.” the man introduced himself.

The two talked for what seemed like hours, exchanging simple talk and going into interests and what they both do for work, Kieran managed to bullshit her way through most of the conversation just fine, even with the egregious amount of alcohol he kept ordering for her, rarely taking any sips of his own. Which she thought was rather odd, but didn’t pay it much mind. The two continued to talk for a few more minutes until Kieran began to feel a little unwell, she gave Aiden a small smile as she excused herself, and began making her way through the crowd towards the bathroom. But stopped as she accidentally walked into someone, finally realizing just how much alcohol she had in such a short amount of time. “Oh shit, I am so so-” she started to apologize, until she realized who it was. “Oh hey, Dhani-Boy. What’re you doing over here?” Kieran said with a small smile and chuckle as she wrapped an arm around Dhani.

Dhani’s mind was buzzing in a million different directions, but he knew that he needed to find Kieran. For two reasons; leaving Kieran alone at a party with alcohol was very dangerous, and it was very likely past time he found her, and they had a distraction to run, and they needed to get to it. So typical, he complained to himself, she would leave me here alone. If something went wrong, I would be on my own. Hell, she is on her own if something goes wrong. Dhani wasn’t much for plans, but when there was a plan, not sticking to it felt like some sort of horrible offense. Kieran really should have known better than to go off on her own like this. And you should have known better than to get so emotionally involved with some guy you don’t even know.

Dhani was pretty certain he’d checked the whole room, and was sure he’d have to double back and check again when he spotted her. Had to be. That tall? The red hair? Kieran. Heading towards the bathroom. He didn’t really want to interrupt her business, but his desire to not lose track of her overcame that, and he hurried over, though he hadn’t planned on her running right into him. A few things stood out to him: she was drunk, she just used his real name, she was drunk, and she seemed to have completely forgotten why they were there. Or, her behavior would have him believe that, anyway. He sighed, but he didn’t move her arm from around him, she might need help with her balance, “What are you doing?” He was trying to keep his voice low, didn’t want to draw any attention to them, “How much have you been drinking? You know we’re not here for fun.”

Kieran chuckled as Dhani helped keep her up, if she didn’t know any better she would have toppled over. Looking at him as he asked what she was doing, and how much she had been drinking, as well as noting they weren’t there for fun. She raised a hand up and quickly put it down as if she was going to say something, but quickly lost track. “Well first off, Hi, second...I was just talking to what’s his face over there. Really nice guy, lots of alcohol.” Kieran said with a sigh before having to catch her breath, “Thirdly, I didn’t have that much, but I did have a few. Besides, I was helping to distract someone. What’s the harm in that?” Kieran questioned Dhani as she looked at him, not being able to fully contain herself as she chuckled slightly.

Dhani sighed. She was long gone, and the thought of carrying out their mission at all seemed pointless. “Did you forget why we’re here?” He whispered, harshly. He felt a bit like he was Kieran’s mother, having to swoop in to scold her because she was playing too rough. “I mean, what were you thinking? Were you even thinking? We have a job to do, and I’m not sure you’re in any state to do it.” Dhani was, frankly, embarrassed. He was going to have to admit that he’d lost track of his partner and gotten distracted long enough that she’d managed to get drunk. This was a disaster. All of Kieran’s recent behavior was weighing heavy on his mind, and he probably shouldn’t have, but he was taking this personally. “The things you do affect other people, you know.”

Kierna scoffed as he asked if she even remembered why they were there in the first place, "Of course I do, I-" she was cut off as Dhani continued to speak, a bit too rudely for her liking if she was being honest. She was going to let the first comment slide, but it was when he asked if she was even thinking, and he wasn't sure if she could still proceed with it, due to how drunk she appeared to be. Which, she had to admit, she was beginning to feel the effects, but in no way was she going to give him the satisfaction of knowing that. "Oh come off it, Dhani. I've done far more while far more drunk, you know this. I'm not entirely useless. Do I have to remind you as to how you were even allowed to get here anyway?" Kieran questioned, not exactly being the best of whispering. Especially now with the alcohol kicking in more.

Kieran looked back at him when he questioned if she was aware that her actions have consequences and affect others. "Well no shit, sherlock." Kieran quipped back. "What's your problem anyway? Better I stay out of trouble anyway, right? Isn't that what you always used to say? If I wasn't involved, you'd be actually able to get shit done without me slowing you down. So what do you really want from me, huh Dhani?"

He wished Kieran would just stop saying his name. It made him nervous, and he had no desire to get into any real trouble. Kieran questioned if he remembered why they’d been able to get into the party in the first place, and he rolled his eyes. Of course he remembered, but that didn’t mean she was suddenly faultless. She carried on talking, asking what his problem was. “What I want from you,” He said, slowly, almost as if talking to a child, “Is for you to take something seriously for once in your life.” He leaned in close to her, “The only thing I was ever concerned about was you getting hurt. You know that.” He shook his head, “You let your damn overinflated ego get in the way of everything. You can pull anything off, right? So you go out and get distracted by your phone, you take unnecessary risks, you get drunk and don’t even think about what kind of spot that puts the rest of us in.”

He’d been trying to stay calm, but he was having a bad day, and Kieran’s recent behavior was getting on his nerves, “You think that your abilities make you more valuable than everyone else. More capable. I get it, it’s easy to feel special, but you just manage to piss off everyone around you.” He took a step back from Kieran, crossing his arms as he did so, “So it’s time to stop. I’ll take you home.”

Kieran listened as he began to speak, deciding to be nice enough to at least hear him out for a moment. But the moment he started to tell her she needed to start taking things more seriously, is when she realized where things were going. He didn’t think she was taking this seriously, did he? Kieran simply blinked, trying to keep herself calm as he continued on, dear god did he like to lecture her. Treat her like a child, and here he was, doing just that.

Kieran felt her eyebrow begin to twitch when Dhani said she had an overinflated ego, and that she could pull everything off. That she must not have had to have a care in the world about anything but herself. That she always seemed so careless and seemed to not give a shit about anything. That Dhani claimed to only care about making sure she was never hurt or injured, and that he was tired of her always taking unnecessary risks that would affect everyone else. She scoffed softly at him as he took a step back, and said that he was taking her home. Kieran shook her head, looking down, and eventually back up as she bit her lip. Slowly feeling herself become sober, the angrier she got over time.

“You wanna know something? If anything, I’ve always felt insecure, and felt like I had to push myself to make you proud, Dhani. That I had to do more than I was capable, just to make you happy.” Kieran said with a chuckle, raising her hands over dramatically. Looking back up at Dhani she gave him a look he’d know all too well, even with the mask covering most of her face. “If you’re really tired of me and the way I do things, then how about I just leave? You won’t have to be bothered by someone like me anymore. All you have to do, is tell me to fuck off, and I won’t bother you anymore. Since that’s what you clearly want.” Kieran could feel the slow burn behind her eyes as she looked away from him finally, taking a step back, “I’ll just go. I’ll let you finish things up here since you know how to do things, won’t have someone messing things up for you.” Kieran said as she began to turn and walk away from Dhani.

Dhani almost had to fight the urge to roll his eyes; this was so much more dramatic than necessary. Kieran didn’t need to fight to make him proud of her; she was one of his best friends, he was always happy for her. He wasn’t tired of her, he just wanted her to stop treating this like some kind of game. All of this mattered, and the way she was handling it just didn’t sit well with him. As she turned to walk away, he reached out to grab her arm, “Stop it. You’re being ridiculous.” He knew that wasn’t going to help, but he didn’t want her going off on her own. Not in this state. Not with these people. “You know I love you, don’t make this into something it isn’t.” He sighed, “I’m just tired of being treated like garbage.” He was, of course, talking about the way she spied on him, blamed him for his apartment being broken into, throwing him up into the ceiling. In comparison, Kieran breaking into his apartment and eating all his food felt like a minor annoyance.

Kieran didn’t stop when Dhani first began to talk. But when he called it ridiculous is when she stopped and turned around, looking him dead in the eyes. Kieran quickly ripped her hand away before Dhani could get a proper hold of her, she wasn’t going back with him. Not after this. She knew where this was going, and knew what he was thinking: she was drunk and being her usual emotionally unstable self, and in the morning she’d be fine. And this whole thing would blow over. But it wasn’t like the other hundred times like this happened. She simply shook her head when he said that he loved her and that she didn’t need to make this into something it wasn’t. She felt it for the longest time, like something was slowly starting to tear them apart, and it slowly began to make sense.

“You’re tired of being treated like garbage?” Kieran scoffed. “You think the way that I’ve been treating you is like garbage?” Kieran asked, shaking her head once more. “I can show you what that’s like...But for now, I’m leaving, and don’t bother trying to follow me home.” Kieran demanded, holding Dhani in place with her powers for a moment as she gave him one more look over, breaking the hold right before she started looking around the room as she gave the small number of onlookers a small awkward chuckle, “My apologies…” she said softly, before finally starting to make her way through the crowd to leave. This really was a mistake coming here-no, trying to team up with them all, was one large mistake. She should have known that trying to make things work like this with other people was a big mistake, and tonight was proof enough. Working with others only ever proved to be a hassle, and Kieran was going to make sure she didn’t have it happen again.

Of course this was how it would fall apart. Dhani never asked Kieran to do anything but be careful, stay safe, check in every once and a while so he knows she hasn’t died. The one time he asks something of her, and she can’t handle it. He knew he’d said things he probably shouldn’t have- this wasn’t exactly the time or place to bring up Kieran’s recent behavior- but he meant it all. “Sure,” He called out after her, “Just run away when I need you!” Ultimately, he let her go. There was no point in arguing or trying to change her mind at this point, she’d decided what mattered, and apparently that was her pride. He was vaguely aware of the small group of people watching, and now that Kieran had left he was very aware of their presence. He smiled awkwardly before turning away, himself. She’d said his name so many times, she may as well have put a sign on his back that said “I’m a superhero, come kick my ass,” Though he was sure the others would call him dramatic, he wasn’t entirely sure it was misplaced.

The million ways this could make things go wrong were suddenly flooding through Dhani’s head; this could turn out very badly, very quickly. As he walked away, he tried to keep an eye out for anywhere less congested with people. He pulled out his phone and looked down, tilting his head slightly so his microphone could pick up his voice, ”Can’t complete the distraction as planned. Sorry.”

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Att had to resist the temptation to storm across the room, knowing that would draw attention to them. That was, until the very guy Lucy was supposed to be distracting almost walked into Atticus, his phone pressed to his ear. It was too late to intervene. He made his way across the room, his eyes fixed on Lucy. She’d jeopardised the entire mission just to talk to some guy that looked like he had a sum total of about three brain cells, and two of them were taken up with worrying about his hair. They’d probably only avoided disaster thanks to sheet dumb luck. He didn’t even try to fake pleasantness as he reached them. “We need to talk. Now,” he ordered, not even acknowledging the other guy. He tried to say something, but Att just shot him a glare. “Don’t you have some mirror to fix your hair in?” He snapped. The guy apparently got the message and sauntered off, shooting a wink at Lucy. Att stormed off in the other direction to a quiet hallway where they wouldn’t be overheard. “What the fuck do you think you’re playing at?” He snapped.

Luciana was batting her eyes through the masquerade mask and giggling when she noticed Atticus walk up, but before she could say anything he quickly demanded to talk to her. Colton quickly spoke up. “Is there an issue here?” But Lucy noticed the glare from Atticus and sighed as he said a rude remark. “Hey!” Lucy tried to speak up but Att was already pulling her away, she gave Colton a last little smile and wave before he was out of sight and the two villains were down the hallway. He quickly spoke to her, with a little bit of hostility in his voice. “I’m not playing at anything. Do you know who that was? Colton Underwood.” Lucy said as she crossed her arms and stared at Att.

Att just rolled his eyes as Lucy said who it was. He knew the name, of course he did. He’d spent enough time talking shit about the show just out of her reach to not know who it was. “I don’t give a shit, Lucy. If he’s here, that means he could very well want people like us dead. And what I do give a shit about is that you were too busy fluttering your eyelashes at him instead of doing what you were supposed to do. I just ran into the guy you were supposed to distract, and he had very obviously not been distracted. Care to explain yourself? he asked.

As she listened, Luciana did remember she was supposed to distract a certain individual and she did start to feel bad for getting side tracked herself, but she didn’t need Att to come at her so aggressively, which she didn’t appreciate. “Okay Att. First off, he’s here because the producers from last season wanted him here, to get some funding for the show.” She said, taking a step closer to Att. “I’m sorry for getting side tracked and trying to take some time to relax, but atleast I’m not out here fucking heroes in my spare time.” Lucy said with venom behind her words, poking her finger into his chest. “Now if you’re done being a little bitch about things…” She said turning back, but Atticus stopped her, grabbing her wrist.

Att just raised his eyebrows as Lucy managed to drag Dhani into it, rolling his eyes a little. She tried storming away, but he grabbed her wrist. “We’re not done here, Lucy. You talk so much shit about me and Dhani but we haven’t once compromised the mission. First you kissed me, which was something we hadn’t discussed, and which was totally unnecessary. And before you say it was just trying to sell our story, we both know that’s bullshit. A kiss on the cheek would have worked just as well. I know you did that to try and spite Dhani. And you need to grow the hell up and get over that,” he snapped.

Luciana jerked her hand free of Atticus. “Never once compromised a mission? I recall you freezing up when you saw his face at the warehouse. And yeah I kissed you to spite him. I’m looking out for you Att. And what does it matter to you about him?” She asked. “He’s been ignoring you, time to just forget about him. Get your head back on what matters and out of dumb wild fantasies.” Lucy rolled her eyes. Since she threatened Dhani they should have been talking less.

Att just rolled his eyes as Lucy brought up how he had frozen on seeing Dhani in the warehouse. “That’s not the same and you know it. I’ve stayed professional this whole damn time.” He had a response on his lips as Lucy asked him why it mattered, when she said something about Dhani ignoring him. He frowned. “No… no, he hasn’t. Why would you think he’s been ignoring me? It’s not like I’ve said or done anything to give that impression,” He asked. If anything, he’d been afraid that Lucy had somehow known that they’d been in contact, that she’d picked up on it from his demeanour. “And don’t you dare try and bullshit me, we both know I’ll see right through it and I’ll find out one way or the other.”

Luciana turned away a bit from Atticus when he asked about why she would think that Dhani would be ignoring him. She was about to come up with a lie or change the subject, but Att insisted she would know. “Fine. I paid him a little visit after my mission with Malfyre, also had a bit of a girl over with two rats.” Lucy said as she turned back to him. “But it’s good to know he’s such as big of a fucking dumbass as you are Atticus.” She shoved him back a bit. “Maybe I should go back and pay your boy toy another visit. Rough him up this time so he gets the message.” She said with a smirk across her face.

Att honestly hadn’t been sure what he’d been expecting from Lucy, but somehow he was at once angry, yet not surprised. The comment about him being a dumbass passed him by as she threatened to go back and rough him up. “I swear to god, Lucy, if you as much as touch a hair on his head you’ll be finding somewhere else to live,” he swore. “Enough of your petty, over dramatic, stupid bullshit about the heroes. Stop dragging me into it. I never asked to be a villain. Everyone just saw me work with them once or twice and decided that’s what I was. I got dragged into this mess. So I’ll sleep with whoever the hell I want, I’ll text whoever the hell I want, and nothing gives you the right to tell me what I should do. So mind your own goddamn business and stop dragging me into your petty little grudges, because I don’t want to be involved.”


What you gonna do? Luciana thought as Atticus said an empty threat to her, though what he said next just made her laugh a little bit before regaining her composure. “You think we have a choice to be villains Att? I didn’t choose to be a villain. You know this, you know I went to the heroes when I was younger and they made the choice for me to be a villain. I had to become a villain or die a weakling.” Luciana said, anger starting to build up in her. If it was any other person besides Atticus arguing with her, she would’ve acted by now, plus she couldn’t really walk around the gala with blood on her and not be suspicious.

Att just scowled in frustration as Lucy recounted how she didn’t have a choice on becoming a villain. “This isn’t about you, Lucy. I know you didn’t have a choice. But you didn’t leave me with much of one either. And this is my life. And instead of being happy for me, or acknowledge that it’s my goddamn choice who I sleep with, you’ve been a selfish bitch about it and have tried to ruin my life just because you have a grudge against him because of what some people did years and years ago.” Somewhere, out in the main ballroom, he could hear what sounded like people yelling, presumably Dhani and Malfyre’s distraction. At least something was going to plan.

While Atticus talked, Luciana was getting more and more frustrated, she was about to interrupt and say that talking about this now wasn’t worth it and they needed to head back to the ballroom, but a word out of his mouth ticked her off. Bitch. Everything Att said after calling her a bitch she didn’t hear, she just stared into his eyes, as she was now at her peak. Lucy saw his mouth stop moving and blinked a couple times, and then slapped him across the face, not caring about hitting her hand on his mask. “Bitch? I’ll showing you a fucking bitch. Fuck you Atticus. Seriously. Fuck. You. I’ve looked out for you, protected you, while other villains wanted to either toss you aside or torture you. But I’m the bitch? Fine. I’ll leave you alone, invite your little hero lover to the apartment anytime you want.” She shouted towards him and quickly walked away.

Lucy didn’t stop as she came into the main room, but just continued out the door, bumping into a few patrons on the way out. She was furious but also trying to hold back tears as she got outside. Luciana quickly found the limo driver parked off to the side and climbed in, but only to change into spare clothes she brought in case. The driver asked her if she was ready to leave, but she just ignored him as she changed and handed him his payment for the night, not expecting to come back. After she got changed she exited the limo and just started walking down the street, unsure of where she was going. As she got far enough away she ripped off her mask and tossed it into an alley way as she kept walking.

It seemed that Lucy had only heard one word of what he’d said, and that single word resulted in a slap that left his face stinging and nearly knocked his mask off. She screamed at him, talking about how she’d protected him, as if this whole thing hadn’t been entirely all her suggestion. He hadn’t asked for any of this. She stormed off and Att sighed, pulling his mask off and running his hands down his face. He could have stormed out himself then, but he needed to keep his calm. Anger was dangerous, and anger could put them in danger. One person storming out was acceptable. Multiple people could raise questions. He took a deep breath and fixed his mask, regaining his composure. He’d just stepped back out into the ballroom when Dhani’s voice appeared in his earpiece. The curt briefing made Att tense up, afraid something had gone horribly wrong. He instinctively found himself scanning the room, searching for him. His eyes found him and the overwhelming emotion was just relief that he was okay. He had to force himself to look away, remembering that he still had a job to do.

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BludWynd spoke, first explaining his relationship with Paladin and Malfyre-which was more information than she wanted to know, honestly-and then he elaborated that the two were unpredictable. Be on the lookout for anything. Wonderful. From what she knew, Piper could understand calling Malfyre predictable. Maybe Paladin seemed unpredictable, but everyone who was more than a half-rate criminal knew exactly what to do to rile him up or throw him off their trail. It was like he was some sort of computer: push the right buttons, and you’d get your desired outcome. Something told her that the other heroes (or, at least, BludWynd) didn’t see it that way. Or maybe no one else in their little group viewed each other in such a pragmatic way. Piper wasn’t a fighter, so she had to learn people’s weaknesses, use them against them.

Speaking of weaknesses, Piper was Luciana from across the room. She was talking to some man, maybe her mark. Piper was busy trying to keep track of everything; a mistake meant that someone could get hurt. Could die. She didn’t really care about most of the people she was working with, but she did not want to get caught up in anything dangerous. She was in no mood to die, and she’d just gotten her hair done. As she glanced back over, Piper noticed Luciana pointing to the man she was with. At first, Piper’s instinct was that Lucy was in trouble, but after she processed the word Luciana had mouthed, ‘bachelor’ she understood what was going on. That could be a disaster.

For a moment, Piper felt helpless. She knew this wasn’t the intended order of events, and that this could potentially end very badly. She quickly found herself scanning the room for Atticus. Truth be told, she didn’t know him well, but he was meant to be Lucy’s partner for the night, and he might be able to keep her on task. Maybe. Atticus looked busy, which was good. He was doing his job. A voice went out over her earpiece. Artemis. They were successful, good. The chain of events that occurred after that were a mixed bag. Atticus was practically storming across the room, and shortly afterwards it seemed as though Paladin and Malfyre were starting their distraction. Maybe things would turn around. After a few moments, though, Piper found herself glancing over at BludWynd, almost as if to gauge his thoughts on current events. It was hard to read someone with a mask on, much less one as theatrical as they were both wearing. “Do you ever wish you’d done something different with your life? I’d be at home right now if I were an accountant.” She wasn’t entirely sure why she’d said it, other than that this life was hard in the best of times, and now it was only harder. The thought occurred to her that she had the option to stop all of this and move on to a normal life. It was tempting.

Then she spotted Luciana storming out of the ballroom, and presumably out of the building. “Excuse me,” Lucy was the only friend Piper really had, she hadn’t made a habit of making friends since she’d left her hometown. Becoming friends with The Red Witch was, in earnest, an investment in Piper’s future, but it had also become a relationship filled with some real comradery. Maybe it wasn’t the deepest or most meaningful friendship, but it was what Piper had. A part of her wanted to chase after Luciana, but she had a job to do. Paladin’s voice was in her ear next. What was happening? Everything seemed to be crashing down around her. She’d gone from never going on any missions, to being right in the middle of one that felt like it was crashing down on top of her.

She needed to talk to Icarus, and it didn’t take long for her to reach him. She rested a gentle hand on his arm, “Hey, what happened?” Of course, this was partly utilitarian; she needed to know if she had to step in anywhere. But she also cared. Sure, she probably could have asked over the communication system they had in place, but that didn't seem right to her.

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Aaron stayed along the wall as he exchanged small talk with Piper, which was more or less him just bringing up random things or an awkward silence filled the gap between the two. Regardless, they had to keep their eye on things, and if anything seemed out of the ordinary they'd go into action. Everything was already starting to bore him, but his eyebrow raised when a commotion started in the middle of the room. It was subtle but, it garnered more than a few eyes from the onlookers. That was clearly Paladin and Malfyre, it had to be. No one was that tall with as bright red hair as Kieran, and no man would wear such an out there suit. So that had to be Dhani, Aaron gauged. But the more as he watched, his stomach began to drop. This wasn't a distraction, at least not what they had planned. From what he could tell, Kieran was drunk, he knew her all too well to know and Dhani was trying to defuse the situation. poor guy. Aaron cocked his head to the side as he caught the last bit of what Piper asked him. Just nodding his head, "Yeah, yeah. Sure. Sounds great." he mumbled, watching as she watched off soon after, he didn't know what to do. He wanted to go after Dhani and talk to him, gauge the situation from a sober mind before he did anything, but the other half of him wanted to go after Kieran and stop her from leaving and possibly walking into danger.

Before he realized it, Aaron found himself automatically going after Kieran. She needed someone, even if she denied any and all help. She'd be needing someone to be there for her. Aaron came up from behind her, gently placing a hand on her shoulder, "Hey hey now, where are you going?" he playfully called after her. It didn't take much to feel the energy coming off of Kieran as she turned to look at him, he didn't even have to see the expression on her way to know that she wasn't happy to see him. "What do you want? Can't you assholes just leave me alone?" Kieran whined. Aaron shook his head as he placed his hands on both of her arms, "Hey now, I don't know what that was and I am not getting in the middle of that shit, but c'mon. You know me. Just talk to me, okay?" he tried reassuring her. Kieran simply shook her head, "There's nothing to talk about, okay? I just want to go home, coming here was a mistake." Kieran said as she tried to push Aaron off of her in an attempt to leave.

"I've known you longer than anyone else, remember? I know when you're upset and when someone upsets you, you've always come and talked to me. But not recently. Why? You know I'm not going to judge you, remember that?" Aaron pleaded, grabbing out for her hand again. "I really just want to be left the fuck alone tonight, okay? Is that so much to ask? I fucked up, as always. I just need to go and clear my head. Okay?" she demanded. Aaron shook his head, "I'm never leaving you alone, so can you just talk to me, please? That's all I'm asking. Jut talk to me, like when we were kids. Please I-" Aaron was cut off as he could feel a small pain forming in his stomach, looking up at Kieran as he could see the look in her eye. It was a look whenever she concentrated on a certain part of someone. "What the fuck, are you really doing this?" Aaron coughed as a small drop of blood dripped from his nose. "Just leave me alone, or I will make it much worse. Bye, Aaron..." Kieran said softly before she turned and left, making her way for the door. Aaron watched as she disappeared into the crowd of people, cursing under his breath. "She's gone, Malfyre left. Just let me know what I can do to help." he spoke softly into the mic and made his way to the bathroom, he'd need to clean the blood off of his hands. This really was a mess after all.



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xxx Black walls surrounding
xxx Can you please save my soul?
xxx Causing our own demise
xxx Causing our own

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As Adrian was about to enter back into the ballroom, he felt a hand on his shoulder and was quickly turned around, forcefully. The person that forced him to turn around was the man who had walked in on him and Cerys, and Adrian knew this guy stopping him wouldn’t be good. “You. Did you take anything out of that room you and your woman friend were in?” He asked, more so demanding an answer after letting go of him.

Adrian gulped as his mind raced, trying to figure out what to say. “Uh… No? Me and my, uh, partner just entered a random room. Once again, we’re sorry. If you want to talk to her, she just excused herself ahead of me to get a drink. “ He quickly said, trying not to stumble over his words as he came up with a story on the fly. He was hoping he could keep a poker face going and the man would believe him, unfortunately, the man did not.

“If you didn’t take anything, then you wouldn’t mind emptying your pockets and letting me pat you down then.”[/color] The man said with a smirk. He must have known he had the hard-drive, either him or Cerys. Jena… I could use some help here. Adrian said in his mind, but getting no answer, just silence. “Oh. Uh. Sure. Let me just…” Adiran started to say, before he slammed his foot into the man’s shin and took off running down the hall away from the man, hearing him curse a bit in pain, before chasing after him.

Jena. I get it, you’re mad. But now isn’t the time! Adrian tried again, but once again, nothing. He could hear the man behind, he was radioing in about an intruder having the stolen hard-drive and giving Adrian’s description, but to try not to cause panic in the ballroom with the guests. “God damnit.” He sighed, knowing now his cover was blown. He had to either escape from the gala or try to get Jena to stop giving him the silent treatment so they could leave without incident.

Coming to an intersection in the hallway, Adrian could hear more guards approaching and would soon be cornered. Luckily there was one door near him that would help him out, he just had to make sure no one was in there. A bathroom. He quickly entered and locked the door and hurried over to the sink and starred in it at himself. “Jena!” He shouted out loud at the mirror, before going back to his internal speaking. I get it. You’re mad. That shouldn’t have. But can we please talk about this later. We need to swap now before I’m caught with this.He continued, taking the hard drive out of his pocket and placing it on the counter, waiting for Jena to answer. There was pounding at the door and a voice demanding for the door to be opened. Fine.

Within seconds Gemini switched from their male persona to their female persona, luckily they had prepared for this so Jena would still be able to blend in and Malfyre added a fake name for her to the list as well. Jena quickly shoved the hard drive into her small purse she had and pulled out a small thing of powder inside her compact mirror. And right as Jena did, the door burst open and two men entered quickly with small stun guns drawn, only seeing a woman and no one else. Jena let out a little shriek, only faking a little bit as she was surprised. “What are you doing!? Did you not hear me say occupied, you guys are pervs!” She shouted at them, the two men quickly getting red and embarrassed. “Uh, we, uh, didn’t hear you.” “Ma’am, we are sorry. We thought someone else would be in here, we didn’t mean to barge in on you. We will be leaving you alone.” The two men practically talked over each other before they left and closed the door.

Thanks babe. I say it’s time to leave, let the others know about what happened. Adrian spoke up. “No.” Jena said out loud. “I have to take care of something.” She continued, before touching up her make-up and walking out of the bathroom and back towards the main hall. Adrian questioned what she meant, but she kept her mind on one thing and was ignoring what he was saying. She had something, someone, to deal with.

It didn’t take Jena long to get back to the ballroom and it also didn’t take her long to find what she was looking for and quickly locking in on her target. Artemis. Now Adrian knew what Jena meant by taking care of something. Jena. Jena. Calm down. Don’t do what I think you’re about to do. Adrian said, trying to reason with her, but she quickly shut him down with a quick shut up and continued walking, eventually arriving behind Artemis, ignoring all the other commotion in the room

“Hey ‘Miss Rothschild’ or whatever your name is.” Jena said loudly to get Cerys’ attention. As soon as she turned around Jena slapped her across the face, adding a little bit of actual heat to her hand. Not enough to cause any real scaring or burn, but enough to send a message. “Don’t you dare kiss or even think of touching my man again, or I’m really going to give you a burn.” She said before walking away, not giving Cerys a chance to say or do anything, and leaving the gala and heading home.

Gemini was going to have a long night between the both of them.

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Character Portrait: Cerys Day Character Portrait: Atticus Hawkins Character Portrait: Piper Young Character Portrait: Jena Wainwright//Adrian Robles Character Portrait: Aaron Langdan Character Portrait: Dhani Batra

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xxxoh don't you wonder when the light begins to fade?
xxxand the clock just makes the colors turn to grey
xxxforever younger growing older just the same
xxxall the memories that we make will never change

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Cerys scanned the room as she stepped back into the main ballroom, searching for a familiar face to go talk to. Dhani was perhaps the easiest to spot. She only knew a handful of people who could wear a suit like that and pull it off, so when combined with his height, he was easy to pick out. He seemed to be arguing with somebody, however, so she figured it was probably best to just stay away from that. She stayed moving around the crowd, eager not to appear suspicious, watching the whole time to see if she was needed anywhere.

She jumped a little as Dhani’s voice spoke in her earpiece, saying that they hadn’t been successful. She frowned, and scanned the room to see if anything had happened. There seemed to be a lot more security about, but no obvious disturbance. When she heard somebody calling her by her alias, she feared the worst. When she turned around to look, she wasn’t sure if she was relieved or not to see another partygoer. But she didn’t recognise the woman, even as she closed in. But the heat behind the slap, more heat than there should have been, was the first clue, and her threat was the second. Cerys just stared as the woman walked away, trying to gather herself. People were staring. So she shrugged and laughed lightly. “Wait until she finds out about her boyfriend’s other mistresses,” she said, sipping lightly on her champagne as she walked away. People thrived on gossip, and it might be enough to distract some of them.

Intending on leaving, she slipped out into the hall as Aaron came on the mic to say Malfyre had left. Clearly something had happened with her and Dhani’s distraction then. She’d have to get the details from someone later. She jumped a little as she noticed someone else in the hall, but she recognised the figure. “Aaron? Jesus Christ, you would not believe the night I’ve had-” she started, but stopped herself as she spotted the blood on his hands. “Shit, by the looks of it, you’ve had a worse one. Are you okay?” She asked.






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xxxthere is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin
xxxin the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene
xxxonly then am I human,
xxxonly then am I clean.

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He’d always been good at faking comfort in a party, and this was nothing new. This was just another one of his parents’ mixers, an excuse for them to talk business and entertain and show off their power. If anything, this was easier, because here, he just had to blend in, not be the weapon he was supposed to be. He just needed to wait until it was appropriate to leave, and then do so without being noticed.

He almost jumped out of his skin when he felt a hand on his arm, but sighed when it was just Aboleth. He sighed as she asked what was wrong, just shaking his head. “One of the guys from The Bachelor is here, and… Lucy got talking to him when she was supposed to be distracting her mark, and her mark was free to roam around. I yelled at her about that and… we had a bit of an argument, I might have called her a bitch, and she stormed out. It’s fine, she probably just needs a couple of hours to calm down.” He said, with a shrug, never quite meeting Piper’s eyes. Part of it was guilt, part of it was just a habit from knowing what her ability entailed. While glancing away, he could see more and more security starting to appear around the room, clearly trying and failing to blend in. Security never could blend in right, no matter how much they tried. They were like cops, they stood out if you knew how to look for them.

“Listen, I think we need to get out of here,” he said. “Security seems to have doubled, and I’m guessing they know something is up. We should leave before they start asking questions.” He eyed up the nearest guard as he spoke. He knew that they’d be looking for anyone who stood out, and he unfortunately fit that brief. “Can… can you check in with Lucy? She’s not going to talk to me and I need to know if I need to avoid the apartment or not,” he joked, but it sounded as forced as it felt. “Thanks.”

He turned and headed for the exit. He fully intended on just leaving, but BludWynd’s voice in his earpiece made him slow. Malfyre had left. Exactly how badly had things gone? He didn’t want to linger any longer, but he found his gaze drawn towards Dhani again. He pulled out his phone and sent a text.

To: Dhani
Are you okay?

And then, after a moment;

I’m outside. Can we talk?

Once he got outside, he pulled off his mask and his jacket, knowing the colour of his suit and the mask were too identifying if anyone started asking questions. Their limo was still there, the driver just playing a game on his phone. Lucy hadn’t taken the limo home then, and Att almost instinctively raised an eyebrow. He was surprised that she hadn’t taken it if only to force him to walk or get a taxi home.

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Character Portrait: Atticus Hawkins Character Portrait: Piper Young Character Portrait: Luciana Morrison

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We'll never get free
Lamb to the slaughter
What you gon' do
When there's blood in the water?

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Luciana ran her hands through her hair and let out a sigh, wanting to scream, but knew it would draw too much attention to herself at the moment. “I’ve always been there for him. I told him this whole sleeping with a hero thing is a bad idea, but I talk to someone from a TV show and I’m the bitch? Asshole…” Lucy spoke out loud, talking to herself as she strolled down the street. She thought about going back to the apartment, but didn’t want to deal with Att at the moment, she would probably just spend the night in the hotel or sleeping under the bridge by 7th street. Luciana could do with some time out of the apartment and away from Atticus until she cooled off.

Lucy pulled her phone out of her pocket when she felt it vibrating and looked at who was calling her at this hour. Pipey :3 Piper was calling her, probably because Atticus went and cried to her about what she did. She hit the call decline button after a few seconds, but quickly sent a text message to her.

To: Pipey :3
If you’re calling for the asshole. I’m fine. Tell him to just confine in his boytoy. I need some time to myself.


Lucy hit send, but then followed up with another message before shoving her phone in her pocket and continuing to walk through the city.

To: Pipey :3
And away from him



The cold air rushing off of cars driving by blew through Luciana’s hair as she began to walk. She didn’t mind the cold much, actually preferred it to the hot summer air. She wasn’t sure exactly where she was going or where she would stop, just walking until she felt like stopping. “Don’t you know it's dangerous out here so late?” A masculine voice said from behind her, though she swore no one was behind her a couple minutes ago. Lucy peaked over her shoulder and saw two men walking, the two seeming to stick out, but assumed just two drunks out late. “I’m fine, fuck off.” She quickly retorted as she began to cross the street.

“There could be some people out here with ill intentions, especially for someone like you. Red Witch.” The men stopped and said, causing Luciana to stop for a second in the road. These men knew who she was, and she wasn’t in her villain attire. She was getting ready to attack when she heard a vehicle’s engine and turned, seeing a van coming at her, but too late to move out of the way. The van clipped her and caused her to get knocked a good ten feet or so away, knocking the air out of her and roughing her up a bit with road rash and feeling a pain in her hip, from where the van mostly hit her.

Luciana quickly got up to try to fight, but it was too late. A bag was over her face and who she assumed were the two men from behind had her hands strained behind her. Red Witch was able to fight a bit, kicking one of the men in the shin, causing her to be dropped. She felt the blood running down her arm from skidding across the asphalt, but couldn’t use her powers without visually seeing the blood since her head was still covered with the bad. Luciana stood up and tried to run, but must have just ran into the other man as she was held again and quickly thrown onto some cold metal, assuming it was the back of the van that hit her. “Who the fuck are you? Let me go right now or else!” Red Witch quickly yelled as she tried to fight back from the men restraining her legs, ankle getting tied together with what felt like some sort of carbon fiber material.

“We got the girl. Boss won’t be happy about you hitting her with a vehicle.” One of the men began to talk, ignoring Luciana. “Well, I saw an opportunity for us, easier than trying to fight her. And can you just shut her up, don’t want her yelling and drawing attention to us.” Another voice talked, feminine, from the front of the vehicle. Luciana began to scream more obscenities at the people in the vehicle, but was quickly stuck with something in her face and her head slammed against the floor of the van, quickly knocking her out cold.

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Dhani never minded parties, but this wasn’t the sort of party he was accustomed to. Add the guilt of having yelled at Kieran and ruined their entire purpose of being there, the general awkwardness of being all by yourself in the middle of a big fancy party, and the embarrassment of… Whatever was going on with Atticus; he honestly just wanted to go home. Aaron’s voice in his ear, saying Kieran had left, only made it worse. He felt responsible for the way things had happened. Maybe he could have worked harder on staying with Kieran, or found her sooner, or been gentler.

Then he got the text. Initially, he decided on just ignoring the text. He felt justified in that, after what he’d seen and been through. He noticed security popping up around the room, too. Dhani wondered if a day would come when an influx of security guards didn’t make him feel nervous. Probably not. Another text, also from Atticus. A part of him really didn’t want to talk to Att. He needed to leave, that much was true, but he needed to walk out the door and head straight home. There was no explanation that would make all of this okay, so Dhani didn’t see much of a point in letting Att try.

And yet, there was another part of Dhani that started looking for Att the moment he stepped outside. He wanted Atticus to explain that it was nothing, just a big misunderstanding. He was feeling guilty, upset, angry. He just wanted something about the night to be okay. So he found Att, walked over; he wasn’t sure what to say, but he was pretty sure he should say something. In the end, all he said was, “Hey.”

Att spotted Dhani the minute he stepped outside the building, but he hung back, wanting to talk somewhat out of sight. There was a moment when he thought Dhani was just going to keep walking, just ignore him, a moment that troubled Atticus more than he wanted to admit. He didn’t know why Dhani had gotten under his skin in the way he had.

But then Dhani turned and made his way over to Att, and he could breathe a sigh of relief. “Hey,” he said. “You look great.” The compliment slipped out easily, even though he hadn’t really intended on saying it. “So… Red Witch told me about her little visit to your apartment. I’m so sorry about that, I… genuinely have no idea how she found out and she had absolutely no right to do it,” he said. “She… she didn’t hurt you or anything, did she?”

Dhani smiled at the compliment, and nodded in lieu of thanks. Normally, it would have been great to hear, but he wasn’t so sure he really wanted to hear it. Then Atticus brought up Red Witch breaking into his apartment. Dhani shook his head, “No. Nobody was hurt. She just broke my coffee pot, threatened my neighbor. Standard stuff.” Dhani crossed his arms over his chest, closing himself off. “Red Witch doesn’t scare me, I’m pretty used to being threatened. Besides, I think I understand it now.”

Att wasn’t even surprised to hear that Lucy had caused a little destruction in the course of her visit, but was at least relieved to hear nobody had been hurt. Att just raised an eyebrow as Dhani said he wasn’t scared of her. He was one of the very few people who weren’t, and Att wouldn’t have blamed him. But then again, Dhani was a hero. People like Lucy were probably nothing new, and besides, increased healing didn’t exactly play well with blood manipulation.

There was a moment when Att wasn’t sure why Dhani said he understood it. But of course, they’d appeared the perfect couple all evening, and she’d even kissed him. Why wouldn’t anyone believe them? He just sighed, shaking his head.

“Dhani, that was an act. I swear. She went too far, it was supposed to just be the dance and if anyone asked, we were engaged. That was all, that was all I agreed to. There’s nothing going on. We’re just friends.”

He wanted to just completely believe Atticus; it would have been really easy. Truth or not, it didn’t matter, because it was what he wanted to hear. And, obviously, it made perfect sense. But Dhani had had enough negative life experiences to be a little wary. Still, he nodded. “Okay,” He didn’t sound the most convinced, but Dhani knew that Atticus hadn’t owed him any explanations or anything in the first place.

Dhani sighed, relaxing his shoulders as he did. He didn’t realize how tense he’d been until then. “The dance really was impressive.” They had clearly put a lot of work into it. It had at least gone better than Dhani’s distraction. But Att had said that Red Witch took it too far. Dhani looked over Atticus for a moment, carefully considering that. “You okay?” He paused, then quickly added, “These things are a lot, even without someone springing something new and changing up your plans.”

The awkwardness of the moment hung between them, even as Dhani nodded. God, why couldn’t things just be straightforward for once? But Dhani’s compliment about the dance managed to earn a smile from Att, even despite that. “Thanks. You probably don’t want to know about the amount of times I dropped her,” he said, laughing a little.

He just shrugged as Dhani asked if he was okay. “I… just been one of those nights, I guess. The kiss was… weird,” he said, managing a half smile. “God, the mission was the easy part. I can handle stuff like that in my sleep, I’ve been doing it all my life. But... things didn’t exactly go to plan, and the only reason things didn’t end up worse is because we got lucky. And having what should be two entirely separate parts of your life come smashing into each other, it’s just… messy.” He shook his head a little. “Sorry, I just… Yeah, I’m fine.” It felt like a lie, even though it was mostly true. He felt like he was still “on duty” and that meant showing as few weaknesses as possible. And if you showed weakness, you covered it up as soon as you could.

Dhani would be lying if he said the mental image of Atticus dropping Red Witch didn’t make him smile. She’d broken his window, and generally made his life more difficult than it had to be, so there was a part of him that did want to hear about Att dropping her.

He listened intently as Atticus spoke, briefly recapping the night and how it affected him. Dhani understood it, or, some of it. He felt his heart break a little when Att said he’d been doing things like this all his life. Dhani had to wonder what kind of life he’d lived for that to be his experience. He wasn’t about to ask, but it was certainly going to be on his mind. He shook his head when Atticus apologised, “No, I understand.” He didn’t think the night had gone as planned for anyone. A part of Dhani wanted to reassure Atticus that it was okay; it was okay to make mistakes, or be vulnerable. Whatever he needed to hear. But Dhani didn’t know what Atticus needed, and it didn’t seem like the right time, anyway.

He glanced over his shoulder, almost as if he were expecting someone. He felt so awkward, he almost wished that someone had been there. “I’m pretty conspicuous,” As far as excuses went, it wasn’t the best one, but it was true, “Probably shouldn’t hang around too long.”

The awkwardness was still lingering, practically tangible in the air between them. It felt so wrong, but Att didn’t know what he could do about it. Maybe things were just going to be like this now. It was probably never going to work anyway. They’d just been naive.

He nodded as Dhani said he was a bit conspicuous. “Yeah, we should… probably get going,” he said. “Do you need a ride home?” He asked. “Red Witch left me with the limo so may as well get my money’s worth out of it.”

Dhani hadn’t even checked to see if Kieran had left him stranded (and even if she had, it wasn’t as if he was without options), but something about Atticus offering him a ride home had Dhani feeling… something. Excited, maybe. He should say no, though. He could get home on his own, and Att was probably just offering to be nice. “I, uh,”

But as he looked at Atticus, Dhani realized that he really would like nothing more, which just made things that much more complicated. “Thank you,” He offered a soft smile, “But you don’t have to go out of your way or anything. Very gentlemanly of you, though.” The last thing Dhani wanted was to be in the way, or be inconvenient. He’d made enough of a mess that evening with his fight with Kieran.

God, that night in the bar, Att was pretty sure neither of them had envisaged them ending up like this, the silence feeling weighted with… what? The history between them? Everything that had just happened? What they (or, at least, Att) wanted, but knew was a bad decision? Part of him almost regretted offering now, maybe things would have been more straightforward then.

Dhani’s remark about the offer being gentlemanly made Att smile, and he shrugged a little. “Well, you know me, the perfect image of a gentleman,” he joked. “And I’m pretty sure your place is en route anyway. But there’s no pressure, if you’d rather get a taxi, that’s totally fine, I won’t be offended,” he said with a slight laugh. “Just doing the gentlemanly thing.”

As Att spoke, Dhani couldn’t help but wonder what he was doing. He liked Att, a lot more than he ever expected to. He was so used to ending things before they really started, but here he was with a guy that knew everything that he was, could understand how demanding his life really was. “You know,” He paused mid-sentence; Att really had him rethinking everything he thought he knew. Of course, he’d always logically known that villains were people, but it was so easy to file them away, count them off, forget that they, too, had a different life under the mask. Maybe it was a little hypocritical, but it wasn’t anything he’d spent any length of time thinking about until he saw Atticus in that warehouse.

But what was he supposed to say? He’d always told himself that when he found someone that could understand what he did, that he wouldn’t let him slip through his fingers. Maybe he said that because he’d thought it would never happen. Or that the guy would be a hero, or a reporter… or something.

“It’s been a shitty night. I’d love for something to just feel normal,” Dhani shrugged, “Ish.” He smiled at Att, “I’d like a ride, yes.” There were a lot of things he’d like from Att.

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Character Portrait: Cerys Day Character Portrait: Atticus Hawkins Character Portrait: Kieran Valanetti Character Portrait: Piper Young Character Portrait: Jena Wainwright//Adrian Robles Character Portrait: Aaron Langdan Character Portrait: Luciana Morrison Character Portrait: Dhani Batra

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Somebody had once asked him how he could tell the difference between a vision and a dream. Usually, it was the sheer clarity. It felt like he was there. Sometimes it was like he was the one dying. Sometimes he was the one responsible. He never knew which was better. Sometimes, he could feel the pain if he was the one dying. But the ones where he was responsible were a haunting echo of his old life, and left him questioning if he was actually going to be the one responsible. But this time round, he knew exactly which position he would have preferred to be in. Because as bad as it was to experience the pain and trauma of being killed… it couldn’t be worse than seeing his hand pulling the trigger of the gun that was against Lucy’s head.

He bolted upright, the dream still lingering in his head, far, far too vivid to be anything other than a vision. Nausea rose in him as he tried to catch his breath, still feeling like there was someone sitting on his chest. His head was spinning from the sudden movement, but he fought back against his body’s protests to reach over and grab his phone, struggling to read the texts at first. There was a moment of relief when he saw the texts from Piper, but as he read the texts and the screenshots within, the nausea and panic became almost overwhelming. But when he went to actually get to his feet, his head spun so much that he felt like his legs wouldn’t support him. He didn’t have time for this, he needed to do something now. He just sank back onto the bed and squinted at his phone, looking for the number. It rang, which settled his anxiety a little, but she didn’t answer. Of course she didn’t, why would she? She was mad at him, that was all.

“Lucy, if you get this, call me, it’s urgent.” He doubted she’d check her voicemail if she thought it was from him though, so he sent a text as well.

To: Lucy
Call me, it’s urgent.


Was he too late? The rational part of him told him that no, he was pretty sure it wasn’t supposed to happen for another few days at least, but he also knew that it was always a vague timeframe anyway. He didn’t have time to hesitate, didn’t have time to wait around. He needed to tell someone, he needed to do something before it was too late.

He didn’t know what made him pick that number first of all. Maybe he thought that Dhani could help the most, maybe he knew that Dhani could probably contact the rest of the heroes, or maybe it was the same goddamn reason he’d offered him a ride home the night before.

He hesitated for a minute, wanting to call him. He wanted to hear a friendly voice, wanted to hear someone tell him he would be okay. But another wave of nausea hit him and he was pretty sure that he wasn’t capable of holding a coherent conversation. Texting was just about as much as he could manage.

To: Dhani
I need your help- rw in trouble and only gonna get worse if I don’t do something


He wanted to deal with this like they always had, as few people as possible, but if they were as short on time as he thought, they couldn’t afford that. Lucy couldn’t afford that.

To: Dhani
can you contact the others? things are real bad and we need to meet asap


He didn’t know what to say, didn’t know what he should do, and hated how scared and useless he felt. He hadn’t felt like this in years, it hadn’t been this personal in years. It wasn’t like he wasn’t freaked out by every vision he had, but this was just… a whole other level. He had to do something and had to do it soon, and that was just making it worse. And sitting here feeling sorry for himself wasn’t good enough. He managed to get to his feet and get dressed, making his way out to the kitchen to make coffee, watching his phone the whole time. He knew he needed to text Piper as well, get her help on it, but something in him told him to wait until he’d heard from Dhani.

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Everything seemed perfectly normal the morning after. Cerys had been doing this for years, and it never failed to amaze her how normal life just carried on, despite what had happened behind the scenes. Ignorance really was bliss, it seemed. And she knew that the gala really wouldn’t have had a major impact, not compared to other things she’d seen. But it had seemed so momentous to all of them that the fact that it had passed everyone else by always felt a little strange.

She was a little later going on her run that morning, having slept in a little later than usual on account of the late night. But the grogginess didn’t take long to shift as she ran her usual route, the music pounding in her ears. She wasn’t quite sure why she noticed the group of individuals or why she slowed to a walk to observe them, pausing her music and pulling out her headphones. But once she understood their topic of conversation, her blood ran cold. She stayed walking past them, not wanting to draw attention to herself, but looped around the block to slip down an alleyway where she could listen without risking being noticed. And as a precaution, she hit record on her phone as she edged as close as she dared to them.

“-seems reasonable to assume that if Red Witch was there, Icarus was more than likely also in attendance. They’re known associates and have worked together in the past. We have reason to believe Gemini may have been in attendance.”
“Two villains that are known to work together and a single hero isn’t much to work off of. We need more evidence that some of the others were there before we can bring this to her.”
“How are we supposed to do that? Icarus, Red Witch, and Gemini were all there under aliases and it was a masked event.”
“I don’t care how you get it, just figure it out. She’ll want to know about this. If the mutants are taking action, she needs to know. Find what you can.”

Cerys pressed herself into the shadow of the alley as they walked past, unaware that they were being spied on. She sent the recording to Dhani and Aaron as she caught her breath with the caption, “We have a problem.”

She fully intended on following them, but by the time she looked up from her phone, they’d disappeared. She swore silently to herself and went in the direction she last saw them heading in, but they were gone. She sighed, running a hand through her hair. Nothing she could do about it now. So she put her headphones back in and finished her run, mulling the whole situation over the whole way.

She got home and jumped into the shower, already trying to figure out if there was anything that could give her away. She’d had her mask on the whole time she was there, and she’d gone straight home. But the only reason they’d done that was because her dress had been entirely impractical for going to a bar. She’d had a lucky escape, really.

She sat down at her laptop, fully intending on doing some work. But she found her mind wandering and her eyes focusing on her phone instead of what she was supposed to be doing. It could be nothing. They could find nothing. But she felt like that wasn’t the case, like they were sitting ducks if they were just going to sit and wait.

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Character Portrait: Cerys Day Character Portrait: Atticus Hawkins Character Portrait: Kieran Valanetti Character Portrait: Aaron Langdan Character Portrait: Luciana Morrison Character Portrait: Dhani Batra

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There was just something about the morning after a big mission (Dhani considered anything that involved any sort of undercover identity to be a “big deal.”) that felt unnaturally normal. Dhani was always half expecting someone to jump out at any moment, like some cartoon villain (he should know better about how villains operate, really) to say they’d found him out, it was over, he was done for. This fear used to be constant, but like anything when you do it for a decade, over time it had settled. Only flared up on occasion, when life threw a big wrench in his plans. But with people actually out to kill him, he didn’t feel so paranoid anymore. He also knew that at least some of those feelings came directly from fighting with Kieran the night before.

He felt bad about it. He’d meant the things he said at the time, but it had been less than fair to bring it up at the time. Growing up with two sisters, he’d learned pretty quickly that peace offerings in the form of something edible tended to make it easier to bridge the gap between hurt feelings and awkward apologies. Breakfast would probably be a good place to start.

He felt his phone go off in his pocket, but it took him a minute to get to it. Initially, when he pulled out his phone and saw the texts from Att, he was thrilled. The night before had been undeniably awkward, and he figured that things were ruined between them. It made sense, things probably couldn’t work out between them, anyway. As he read the messages, though, a sort of quiet worry set in. If Red Witch was in trouble, what did that mean for Att? Dhani wasn’t sure how close they were, but he knew they were friends.

0Atticus:
Of course. Are you okay?


Dhani didn’t waste any time. His immediate reaction was calling Gemini. Really, Adrian was who Dhani wanted to talk to. He was pretty level-headed, and he could help Dhani get his head wrapped around the whole thing. Dhani wasn’t much of a planner, so he needed all the help he could get. Adrian picked up the phone, and immediately started going on about the night before. “Yeah, that’s great. Listen; Icarus contacted me, and apparently Red Witch is in trouble. I don’t know any details, but he needs our help.” They quickly made plans for a meeting in a few hours. Adrian asked if he needed any help contacting the others, but Dhani told him he had it under control.

But then there was the matter of actually letting everyone know. He messaged the details to Att first, quickly followed by another text.

0Atticus:
I don’t have Aboleth’s contact information. Pass the message along?


He sent the meeting details to Kieran and Aaron in a group text; he was hoping that Aaron could help get Kieran on board. She tended to be slightly difficult even when she wasn’t upset with Dhani, so he wasn’t taking any chances.

He finally got around to Cerys’ message then, and he replayed her recording several times before messaging her back.

0Cerys:
This might be important. Red Witch is in trouble, don’t know much more than that. Having a meeting.


He followed up with the details: time, location of the shady abandoned warehouse of the week, a curt “thank you,” for agreeing to attend the meeting was included, though he’d sent it before she had the chance to agree.

Now Dhani had to get ready for this meeting. None of the news he'd received had been anything he'd wanted to hear, and to make matters worse, he’d burned his breakfast.

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Most of the time when couples have fights, one is able to slam the door in the other person’s face while yelling from across the room, give the other person silent treatment, or just walk out of the house and getting some time alone with your thoughts. But that’s for most normal couples, and Adrian and Jena were the farthest thing from a normal couple. If someone was to watch them having an argument, they would just think it’s a crazy person yelling at themself most of the time and probably call someone to help for this, and the night of the Gala was not any different for Gemini.

The taxi ride home was filled with silence, not just in the physical space of the taxi cab but in the head of Gemini. After the taxi driver tried to give a little bit of small talk to the fancy dressed woman in his back seat and got short replies back, he just turned up the music and drove through the city until getting to the apartment the woman had asked for. Jena dug into her purse and just handed the man a single hundred dollar bill, more than enough to cover the meter charge, letting the man keep the change. She carried her heels in her opposite hand that held her purse as she walked up the stairs, still in silence But as soon as the door shut to their apartment and walked over to the large mirror taking up most of the wall in the living room, the arguing and fight began and continued throughout the night.

The argument was mostly one-sided as Jena was pissed off at Adrian and his, what she would call, affair with Artemis. Accusing him of always being the one to work with her when in the public eye and that she hasn’t been blind and seen how the public basically ships the hero pair of Artemis and the water-controller Gemini, especially after a case where he used water from hydrant to soften a semi truck being thrown at her. Adrian did his best to calm down the situation, and somehow succeeded in convincing her ‘it wont happen again’ and it was just to save them from being out.

The night ended with Jena eventually laying on the bed and tears in her eyes, apologizing to Adrian, saying how much she loved him and sometimes they are only together because they have to be because of their condition and what happened. Adrian of course forgave her and told her he would be with her even if they didn’t share bodies, and them being two souls in one body isn’t a burden, but a benefit as they can be closer than any other couple, ever. The two fell asleep after a few more minutes of telling each other they loved each other and doing their little ritual of taking turns writing lovey-dovey stuff on a note pad while the other doesn’t pay attention and then letting them read it. Adrian had always believed to never go to bed angry, and has pushed this heavily in his relationship with Jena.

The next morning, Adrian took over the body and let Jena sleep in a bit, as well as making a small breakfast for the two of them. Just as Adrian sat down and started eating her got a call from Paladin. The two weren’t strangers to chatting so it didn’t surprise him that much to see him calling him. Probably to check in about what happened and probably ask about their next move. “Hey man, sorry about last night, not everything went perfect, but we did get a hard-drive, assuming Art told you about that?” He said as he answered the call.

Dhani talked fast, quickly telling him about what one of the villain’s had told him about. A little confused about why a villain would have reached out to Paladin, but dismissed it as he listened and while he didn’t say much and only it was about Red Witch. The two continue to talk, suggesting and setting up a meeting time and place in a couple hours. It would work best for everyone and give them time to get ready and get there without having to rush too much. He asked if Dhani needed help contacting some of the others, but Dhani had it under control. Adrian thought about waking up Jena right then after hanging up, but gave her another thirty minutes, gave him time to finish eating and clean the kitchen, as well get ready himself.

Just as Adrian got done getting ready, Jena woke up and Adrian told her about the meeting soon, letting her take control . “Ugh, you should’ve woken me up so I could get ready!” She said as she walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. I still had to get ready too you know. There’s breakfast in the kitchen, you still have time to get ready and eat. He replied in their mind. Also, why do you always look so beautiful in the morning He said, making Jena blush as she started getting ready.

After eating Jena finally left for the warehouse, a little later than she planned. Adrian teased her a bit about it, but she kept saying it was his fault for not waking her up. As Jena entered through the side door of the warehouse, she saw Artemis was also arriving right when she was. You should talk to her babe… Adrian quickly said to her, Jena letting out a sigh and agreed, before walking over to her.

Jena lightly tapped her fellow hero on the shoulder and did a small fake cough to get her attention. “Hey Arty…” She said shyly. “I, I wanted to apologize for last night. I over reacted and shouldn’t have done that. Just… stuff pent up, and you know how those forums are. I guess I accidentally let jealousy take over.” She continued, eyes drifting away from her for a second. “So, sorry…” Jena wasn’t sure if her apology sounded genuine or not, but hoped it would be received well.

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Yeah, I guess I'm a disappointment
Doing everything I can, I don't wanna make you disappointed
It's annoying
I just wanna make you feel like everything I ever did wasn't ever tryna make an issue for you
But, I guess the more you
Thought about everything, you were never even wrong in the first place, right?
Yeah, I'ma just ignore you
Walking towards you, with my head down, lookin' at the ground, I'm embarrassed for you
Paranoia, what did I do wrong this time? That's parents for you
Very loyal?
Shoulda had my back, but you put a knife in it, my hands are full


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Everything that happened after the event was a total blur. The next morning, Kieran slowly groaned as the sun entered through the crack in the courtain of her bedroom window. She didn't want to get out of her bed, not now. Not with the pounding in her head, maybe she did have one too many drinks. Or five. Or maybe even ten, as she did come back to her appartment and drink herself into a blacked-out fever dream after she got out of her stupid disguise and into something more comfortable. Slowly lifting her head from her pillow, she immediately felt nausious and needed to lay back down. She really did fuck up, and everything slowly started to come back to her as she laid there. She got into a fight with Dhani, an actual fight. Not just some little disagreement like they had on occasion. No, this one was different, which may have added more drinks to the previous night, as evidence as she swung her feet over the side of the bed, and heard the sound of a glass bottle tipping over and rolling across the floor. "Jesus Christ, Kie..." she muttered to herself. Maybe she should just lay back down and forget about the rest of the day. Which, she had to admit was starting to sound rather nice to her at that moment.

The small vibration of her phone that was beside her pillow caused her to jump a little, grabbing her head. "The fuck?" she cursed, grabbing for her phone. "Ack!" she grumbled as the brightness of her phone hit her eyes, blinking away at the light to help her refocus, she looked at the screen. Countless texts and missed calls from Aaron, saying that they needed her for something. "Like fuck you bastards do..." Kieran muttered, tossing her phone to the side as she brushed her fingers through her hair. She knew full well that they probably just wanted to talk about her antics about the night prior, and was probably going to talked to like a child again. She didn't need this, and wasn't going to put up with their bullshit. Not now. She already felt bad enough about the whole thing, she didn't need this. Not now.

The sound of her phone ringing this time caused her to look at the direction from where her phone was, already knowing who it was due to the tone. Aaron was calling yet again. Sighing, she used her powers to hit the pickup button, as well as speaker. There was silence for a moment before the crackle of a voice sounded from the phone, "Kie...?" the voice sounded playfully. Kieran sighed to herself as she rubbed her face with her hands, looking down at the floor, "Yeah?" her voice was low, and Aaron knew immediately what it meant, "Look, I can't tell you what it is right now, as I don't even know all the details yet. But all I know is that it's important and they need your help. Plea-" "Aaron, I'm not going." Kieran snapped back, cutting him off. Which, she partially felt bad for, but she wasn't playing their games. Not this time.

A soft sigh came from the phone, and then silence filled the room once more for what seemed like forever. But it couldn't have been more than two minutes when she heard his voice again. "I heard there will be snacks this time..." Aaron said. There was silence for a few more minutes between the both of them before Kieran spoke up once more, "Give me the coordinates, I'll be there soon enough. Just don't count me to be on time...I had too much to drink I think." she said softly. A small chuckle came from the phone, "Alright, I'll text you the address. See ya later." the phone beeped as the call ended, and her phone vibrated again as a text came from Aaron, delivering the directions. She really didn't want to do this, but what choice did she have? If it was really important, and they needed her, what harm could it do? She got dressed, grabbing a backpack and put her mask and a few other things inside and got herself ready, and waited for enough time to pass before it was ready for her to leave and head in the direction of the warehouse. She really should have said no, her hangover only seemed to worsen as she made her way to the meeting.





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Character Portrait: Cerys Day Character Portrait: Atticus Hawkins Character Portrait: Kieran Valanetti Character Portrait: Piper Young Character Portrait: Jena Wainwright//Adrian Robles Character Portrait: Aaron Langdan Character Portrait: Luciana Morrison Character Portrait: Dhani Batra

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xxxand how it plays out
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Cerys had just about managed to start to focus on her work when her phone buzzed with a text from Dhani. She swore silently at the news about Red Witch. There was no love lost between them, but after what she’d learned that morning, it probably wasn’t the best news for any of them. If Dhani had just texted her out of the blue to say something had happened to Red Witch, she wasn’t sure that she would have shown up. But she had important knowledge she needed to share, and so she felt almost obliged to at least share that information.

She at least managed to get some work done for a few hours before leaving to go to the meeting. She’d also spent a few minutes cleaning up the recording a little so the voices were clearer and easier to identify, and spent half an hour backing up everything important to a remote hard drive, made sure she had nothing incriminating easily accessible, and double checked to make sure she was still ahead of schedule with her work. When you were liable to have to take a day or two off due to getting your ass kicked while on patrol, you learned to never leave articles or blog posts until the very last minute.

She knew she wasn’t going to be able to go to the meeting in full Artemis gear. It was too early in the day and too easy to be spotted. She knew that that didn’t mean the meeting was going to necessarily be safe, though. It was about striking a balance between blending in and still being practical, which meant leaving her outfit as it was, but wrapping her knuckles and pulling on a pair of gloves, braiding her hair out of her face, and shoving her mask into her pocket. She didn’t trust everyone enough to show up to a meeting without her mask.

She stopped only briefly outside the warehouse to pull on her mask, arriving a few minutes early. She stepped inside, scanning the room and keeping her arms folded. Everyone looked as on edge as she felt, which was oddly comforting. She almost jumped out of her skin when somebody coughed behind her and tapped her on the shoulder. She whirled around to see the female part of Gemini standing behind her, and let out a sigh of relief.

She smiled and shook her head a little as she apologized for how she’d reacted. “It’s fine, really. I don’t think I blame you. And by the ways, those forums are total bullshit, some of their theories are batshit insane. Like, shipping Paladin with a villain level of insane,” she joked. “So we’re good. You have nothing to worry about.”

She turned to look as Icarus cleared his throat, stepping out of the shadows where he’d been lurking.






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He’d managed to drink most of the coffee he’d made, but eating something still seemed a little far beyond him. Atticus knew he should do something productive, but he couldn’t bring himself to do any more than pace around the apartment. What could he do? What could he do that would help the situation?

The buzzing of his phone almost made him jump, and even seeing it was Dhani didn’t help. But he had at least agreed to help, and it meant no matter what else, Att wasn’t alone in this. And that was a start. The question of if he was okay went unanswered. He didn’t want to lie but he also didn’t want to worry Dhani by being overly honest about it. So he just… didn’t reply until Dhani sent a text with meeting details.

To: Dhani
yeah, I can pass that on. thanks, I really appreciate it.

To: Piper
Lucy missing, in real danger. Meeting the heroes in a few hours to figure it out. Here’s the details.

The meeting was still a few hours away, and Att tried to put his mind to something productive. But it wasn’t like he had any skills that would be particularly useful, not when he had zero leads and nothing more than a vision to go on. He had a vague sense of time frame and next to no sense of where it would happen, which was completely useless. Lucy’s room was completely untouched, exactly as it had been when they left the apartment the night before. Useless.

He was tempted to see if he could trigger another vision, but he’d never tried to do it for someone he’d already had a vision for, and didn’t even know if it would work. It worked much better with physical contact anyway, and knowing his luck, it would drain him far too much for him to be of any use at the meeting. He also knew that there was a big, big risk that this could be a trap. Take one of them, cause them all to flock together, then pick them off. But they had to meet, they had to figure it out, they had to do something, he had to do something.

He didn’t even check how he looked before he left, just pulled on a warm coat, shoved his mask in his pocket, and made sure he was carrying enough weapons for a worst case scenario. He’d gotten his hands on another gun in return for a favour, a necessary evil. (They were going to die in a police shootout, in a blaze of glory, and they seemed pleased with that.)

It seemed that most of the others were there by the time he arrived. He stuck to the edges, as always, the exits in clear view. He stared straight at the ground, only glancing up to see if anyone else had arrived.

Once it seemed that everyone else that was coming was there, he shot a glance at Dhani. Dhani had, strictly speaking, called the meeting, but Att was the reason they were all there, so it seemed he should be the one to talk, as much as he didn’t want to. He cleared his throat to gather their attention.

“Thanks for coming at such late notice. I’ll get straight to the point.” He scanned the room, as he spoke, but couldn’t meet anyone’s eyes. “Red Witch is going to be killed in the next few days unless I- we- do something. And she didn’t come home last night, so I can only presume that we don’t have a lot of time. I’m not going to force anyone to stay or to help, but… she will die if we don’t do anything, and we can only presume one of us will be next.”

His phone started buzzing in his pocket, and he dug it out, intending to silence it. But he froze as he saw the name on it. Almost instinctively, he turned to glance at Dhani. “It’s her.”

There was a moment of relief at her finally contacting him, enough that he didn’t think the fact it was a video call was odd, he just answered it. “Lu- Red Witch, where are you?” He said, until he realised what he was looking at. “Oh my god.”He whirled around to set eyes on Malfyre. “Come on, you’re a hacker, trace the call or something! Get the phone connected to your laptop, do something!” He yelled.

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Character Portrait: Cerys Day Character Portrait: Atticus Hawkins Character Portrait: Kieran Valanetti Character Portrait: Piper Young Character Portrait: Jena Wainwright//Adrian Robles Character Portrait: Aaron Langdan Character Portrait: Luciana Morrison Character Portrait: Dhani Batra

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We'll never get free
Lamb to the slaughter
What you gon' do
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Luciana slowly came to consciousness, but as she opened her eyes, her vision was mostly obstructed, some sort of cloth bag covering her face. As she went to pull it off, she felt her hands strapped down onto the chair she was sitting. She was confused about what was going on before remembering what happened last night, with the men and woman and the van. The noise of her struggling caught the attention of the people in the room, Lucy heard footsteps come closer to her and pulled the sack off her head. She took time to look around the room to get her surroundings, but it just looked like any abandoned warehouse, which Barden was flowing with. But seeing the guards around here isn’t what caught her attention, but the bright lights, camera, and large screen monitor facing her and wire’s going towards a phone, her phone.

“Look who's finally awake.” The man said that pulled off her hood, dressed in a type of suit and less armor than the guards, probably the one in charge, or atleast incharge of the guards here. “Who are you, and why am I here?” Luciana said, venom behind her words, still struggling her hands a bit. “I am Mark Anderson. I work for someone who wants to make a deal with you.” He said, turning his back to her and going to the camera set up, making sure it was good and grabbing a headset. “This doesn’t seem like a good way to make a deal with someone Mr. Mark Ander-fuck.” She replied as she struggled against him trying to put the headset on her, and quickly slapping her to make her keep still. “Stop struggling. And first we gotta send a little message to someone, and then we will be off to my boss. You’ll appreciate seeing them again.”

“And why do I care about this message or deal? You’re just gonna kill me anyways.” The man laughed and put the sack back on her head, covering her face. “Because if you don’t, we won’t kill you, we will kill Mister Hawkins. And maybe try to track down some information on Miss Aboleth, she’s a bit more slippery to find information about. Plus, you’re gonna appreciate what my employer has planned. Now onto business.” He paused for a second and walked away, before talking again, this time into the headset he put on her. “I will tell you what to say, and you will repeat it. And don’t try any tricks. You saw that you're outnumbered and we really don’t want to hurt you anymore. Okay Miss Morrison?” He finished. Luciana could still see the bright lights and rough figures through the mesh of the sack on her head, saw him wave her arms as two guards stood next to her and another one next to the camera. “Fine.” Lucy said reluctantly. She wouldn’t be able to escape now, but she would just have to wait for her moment. “Good. Now you two, make sure the truck is ready and the decoy is ready for when they come after her. They think we’re gonna kill her, let’s use that to our advantage.”

About 30 more minutes passed as more things were set up and instructions were given to the guards and the men around her. Luciana was just about falling asleep when she felt a someone nudge her shoulder. “Show time.” The voice said, Lucy looking forward and seeing a man hold up his hand, showing five fingers. Then four. Three. Two. One. And her phone began ringing. One ring, nothing. Two ring, nothing. But on the third ring, she saw the black screen on the monitor go away and a figure coming onto screen, unable to make out who it was, just that it was a person. But a voice quickly answered, saying her alias, Atticus.

Luciana stayed quiet for a moment, not answering, but a man behind the camera waved his arm, she was met with a hard hit to the side of her face, assuming it was from the butt of a gun. “Speak. Say who you are and tell them I muted their side of the call.” Instructions from the man flowed into her head dry Lucy coughed a bit as she was pulled back into a sitting up position. “I’m the Red Witch.” She began to talk, waiting for instructions to follow into her headset. The video on the screen flickered as now it looked like multiple people in a room. Lucy assumed Atticus was with the heroes. More instructions quickly came into her head.

“By the way, your side of the call is muted so you can’t interrupt our message to you. We are holding Miss Red Witch under our captivity. We want you and your friends to stop looking into us. Breaking into our offices, trailing our employees, crashing our gala. Gemini. Artemis.” Luciana spoke, pausing for a moment as she was told to give the heroes and villains time to react, a train horn blare in the background.. “If you don’t. We will kill the Red Witch, and that will be just the beginning, much worse will follow if you do not accept our deal. We just want what’s best for our city, and that doesn’t have to involve blood shed. And all it-” Luciana paused for a second, thinking over in her head. She was told to continue with the messages to the others or else.

“Don’t! Don’t listen to them! Icarus. Aboleth! It’s a trap. Ju-” Luciana shouted, before more yelling came from the guards, and Lucy was hit in the stomach, knocking the wind out of her and telling her to shut up. “Fuck you! Take this shit off my head and let me fight yo-” Luciana was interrupted again as she was hit again and a hand covered her mouth and her yelling turned to muffles. Two guards held down Luciana as the man in the suit came over and pulled the bag off of her head. “I’m not that surprised you decided to act up. Though it might make it easier to bring them into our trap. But we need you to behave now, so this might sting a bit.” The man said as he injected some sort of drug into the Red Witch’s neck, causing her to slowly fade into unconsciousness.

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Character Portrait: Cerys Day
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Dhani Batra

I know, better than anyone else, that there are no heroes coming to save us.

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Michael Bennett

Freedom or Order? Pick one

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Luciana Morrison

"Wanna see a trick? You might want to finish your food first."

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Aaron Langdan

"Son of Death? Maybe, but I'm so much more. Just let me show you."

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Lilian Anderbilt

"Turn off your cell phone and take out the battery; I have a secret to tell you"

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Jena Wainwright//Adrian Robles

There's always two sides to a coin.

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Piper Young

It's all in your head...

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Kieran Valanetti

"I can hurt you from inside."

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Atticus Hawkins

i once kneeled in shaking thrill, I chase the memory of it still.

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Cerys Day

I'm bursting out of myself.

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Atticus Hawkins

i once kneeled in shaking thrill, I chase the memory of it still.

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Lilian Anderbilt

"Turn off your cell phone and take out the battery; I have a secret to tell you"

Character Portrait: Jena Wainwright//Adrian Robles
Jena Wainwright//Adrian Robles

There's always two sides to a coin.

Character Portrait: Kieran Valanetti
Kieran Valanetti

"I can hurt you from inside."

Character Portrait: Aaron Langdan
Aaron Langdan

"Son of Death? Maybe, but I'm so much more. Just let me show you."

Character Portrait: Cerys Day
Cerys Day

I'm bursting out of myself.

Character Portrait: Luciana Morrison
Luciana Morrison

"Wanna see a trick? You might want to finish your food first."

Character Portrait: Piper Young
Piper Young

It's all in your head...

Character Portrait: Michael Bennett
Michael Bennett

Freedom or Order? Pick one

Character Portrait: Dhani Batra
Dhani Batra

I know, better than anyone else, that there are no heroes coming to save us.

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Character Portrait: Cerys Day
Cerys Day

I'm bursting out of myself.

Character Portrait: Kieran Valanetti
Kieran Valanetti

"I can hurt you from inside."

Character Portrait: Michael Bennett
Michael Bennett

Freedom or Order? Pick one

Character Portrait: Aaron Langdan
Aaron Langdan

"Son of Death? Maybe, but I'm so much more. Just let me show you."

Character Portrait: Piper Young
Piper Young

It's all in your head...

Character Portrait: Atticus Hawkins
Atticus Hawkins

i once kneeled in shaking thrill, I chase the memory of it still.

Character Portrait: Dhani Batra
Dhani Batra

I know, better than anyone else, that there are no heroes coming to save us.

Character Portrait: Jena Wainwright//Adrian Robles
Jena Wainwright//Adrian Robles

There's always two sides to a coin.

Character Portrait: Luciana Morrison
Luciana Morrison

"Wanna see a trick? You might want to finish your food first."

Character Portrait: Lilian Anderbilt
Lilian Anderbilt

"Turn off your cell phone and take out the battery; I have a secret to tell you"


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