the wicked game

Barden, VA

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Cerys Day [4] I'm bursting out of myself.
Aaron Langdan [4] "Son of Death? Maybe, but I'm so much more. Just let me show you."
Dhani Batra [4] I know, better than anyone else, that there are no heroes coming to save us.
Jena Wainwright//Adrian Robles [3] There's always two sides to a coin.
Kieran Valanetti [3] "I can hurt you from inside."
Luciana Morrison [3] "Wanna see a trick? You might want to finish your food first."
Michael Bennett [2] Freedom or Order? Pick one
Lilian Anderbilt [2] "Turn off your cell phone and take out the battery; I have a secret to tell you"
Atticus Hawkins [2] i once kneeled in shaking thrill, I chase the memory of it still.
Piper Young [1] It's all in your head...

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Character Portrait: Cerys Day Character Portrait: Atticus Hawkins Character Portrait: Kieran Valanetti Character Portrait: Jena Wainwright//Adrian Robles Character Portrait: Lilian Anderbilt Character Portrait: Aaron Langdan Character Portrait: Luciana Morrison Character Portrait: Michael Bennett Character Portrait: Dhani Batra

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cerys day
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xxxwhen i burst into flames
xxxi'll leave you the dust, my love
xxxhope a bit of it will be enough
xxxto help remember the days

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It was a cold, crisp, and clear night. The type of night that people could enjoy. Couples were walking the street, using the cold air as an excuse to steal each other’s body heat and warm clothes. Kids played tag, their air forming small clouds in the air as they laughed. Noise spilled on to the streets from balconies above as friends sat and drank a wine or a beer and put the world to right, staring at the stars. It was an entirely unremarkable evening for most, it seemed.

But not for all. Cerys could feel it in the air. Maybe it was just her own anxiety, her own apprehension about the evening. But it felt like something was going to happen- something big, something that would disrupt the peace everyone else seemed to be feeling. But they needed to do something. They couldn’t just sit idly by. They couldn’t just fade into the shadows and disappear like that.

She made her way across town to the location she’d received. She’d been suspicious at first, but when she’d heard that a number of other heroes had gotten a similar message, with the same location, it began to seem more legit. She was still apprehensive, but at least she knew she wasn’t going alone.

The location was a large, apparently abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town. It did at least appear to be structurally sound, but was unlikely to have any ideal vantage points for her to shoot from. She could still shoot from ground level, but she always had an advantage with a little bit of height.

She wasn’t enough of a fool to just waltz in, though. So instead, she waited just out of sight, waiting for somebody she at least vaguely recognised to arrive, and pulling on her mask.




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atticus hawkins
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xxxstaring in the blackness
xxxat some distant star
xxxthe thrill of knowing how alone we are,
xxxunknown we are.

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Atticus didn’t particularly want to go to this meeting or whatever it was. He’d planned on spending the evening watching some movies or maybe getting some work done on his showreel. Or hell, going out for a few drinks. But Lucy was dragging him along, and he apparently wasn’t getting much of a say so in the matter.

Even if he didn’t particularly want to be there, that didn’t mean he wasn’t going prepared. He’d retrieved his gun from the hidden panel in his wardrobe. It’s weight felt strange, alien, but he wasn’t optimistic that things would end peacefully, and he didn’t want to be dependent on his knife. And if he was leaving the house, he would be damned if he wasn’t leaving well dressed. So he wore his usual suit, the holster for his gun concealed beneath the jacket, his mask tucked into one pocket and a knife in the other.

He’d been getting the messages too, of course. Somebody knew that he could have chosen to save his uncle, but instead chose his chance of freedom. Somebody who lorded that over him and threatened him to stick to the shadows, the shadows he only occasionally stepped out from. He would have been perfectly happy to just lay low, to disappear and shed Icarus. But not everyone could do that. The few people he could call “friends” in the villain community couldn’t do that, and they shouldn’t have had to. So that was why he hadn’t put up too much of a fight when Lucy told him he had to come.

“Abandoned warehouse. Seriously, could they get any more cliche?” He remarked quietly as they approached, pulling on his mask. “They should have just put up a sign, ‘this is definitely a trap’!” He added, frowning beneath the mask and instinctively putting his hands into his pockets to wrap around the knife.

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LUCIANA MORRISON
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Red Witch | Mask | Outfit | #571616
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xxx Yeah someone pour it in
xxx Make it a dirt dance floor again
xxx Say your prayers and stomp it out
xxx When they bring that in
xxx Bleed it out digging deeper just to throw it away

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Luciana usually wouldn’t have cared too much about this mysterious meeting, but honestly was bored and wanting something to do instead of sitting home watching a movie or planning some new job to make money or terrorise the city of Barden. Plus she did some research and a few of the other villains and acquaintances that Lucy had would also be coming to the meeting that was called. So worse case scenario, she’d know at least a few of the people either planning to attack her or at least go down with people she doesn’t hate, well some.

During the day Luciana went to one of her favourite stores, Off the Record but By the Book. She strolled the aisles for a little bit before finally digging through some records and pulling out a Death of a Scam Artist and heading up to the counter. Lucy frequently came here to just browse and really enjoyed the atmosphere that the owner Aaron had set up. Dimly lit in most areas but did have some corners more lit if people wanted to chill and read. Luciana also would people. As she got to the counter she saw one of the other regulars behind the counter on a stool, a cute red headed girl.

“Hey, is Aaron around?” Lucy asked the Girl, taking a second to take a long over her. Luciana let out a chuckle when the girl called out Aaron, something about her seemed familiar, with how she said what she said as well as how she looked. Butshe just shrugged it off as seeing her around the store. “I like your style, don’t think I caught your name. You’re a regular around here aren’t you?” Luciana asked with a light smile, and learning the girls name, Kieran. Aaron quickly came out front the back. “Hey! Was wondering if my MouseRat Vinyl came in.” She asked as she turned her attention to Aaron. Luciana pulled out her bloody crossbones clutch, and handed him the cash. She didn’t own any credit cards, or have a bank account. She even paid Atticus cash for rent as she didn't want her name tied to the apartment. It was all too easy to track and cash was easier to pay for things. “Thanks again.” Luciana gave Aaron and Kieran a light smile and wave as she left.

Lucy didn’t do much prep for tonight besides trying to convince her housemate Atticus, or Icarus, to come. She wore her infamous mask and cheap ripped of clothes she would normally wear when being the Red Witch. She knew better to wear anything nice when being a villain as it tends to get damaged during fights since she needs to often make herself bleed to fight, she knew she had an appearance to keep even if there would be other villains here. Most didn’t know of her life outside of her crimes besides Piper and Atticus, and she wanted to keep it that way. Less friends you have the less likely to be betrayed, it’s why she tends to keep more acquaintances than actual friends.

The Red Witch chuckled as Icarus made some remarks next to her. “First off, cliche is fun sometimes, you know that. Also if it was really dangerous, you would’ve had some thoughts on that head of yours. I’m still waiting for my fortune you know.” She said in reply as the two nears the warehouse before exiting the alley way that was across from the warehouse. The two knew better to just travel in plain sight, especially in their current looks. Luciana took a glance around but didn’t see anything out of the ordinary. “And beside, Aboleth said she’d be here, she could just make whoever attacks us attack themselves.” She said, only partially joking before crossing the street and finding the entrance to the warehouse.

“Now you can stay hidden off and go looking around if you want, but I aim to welcome whoever decides to send these messages...” Red Witch paused for a second, pulling out her knife and making a small cut on her hand and giving a small wink through her mask and a grin that Atticus couldn’t see. “...with peace or with blood.” The cut seemed to drip once or twice before Lucy pulled the blood running down her fingers back and stopped the bleeding for now. She had a tight control over how much she bleed as well as her wounds, small cuts didn’t seem to bother her anymore after years of doing it. Luciana walked through the very much open and spacious warehouse, not worried about being in the open, she knew Atticus would be nearby in case anything went down. Whatever or whoever was here, she wasn’t scared and was curious about it. Some might say Luciana would be reckless and an idiot for how she acted sometimes, but she knew how people thought of her and didn’t care too much if they loved her or hated her.

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lilian anderbilt
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xxxxxxyou heat me like a filament
xxxxxxeverytime you're in the room
xxxxxxbut you burned me
xxxxxxand now i'm smoking

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The day had rushed by for Lilian, stressed as she was, and before she knew it the time had come for her to gather up her costume and head out. After putting on her under layer, she bundled her helmet, jacket, armor, and tools into her arms and headed to the garage. A black luxury car was waiting for her, with a modified autopilot system in it, one of her pet projects. She opened the trunk and tossed her bundle inside before getting into the driver's seat. The garage door opened and the car began to drive itself to the nearest coffee shop; it was going to be a long night.

The car slowed to a stop in a dark parking lot, several security cameras were positioned so that they could see the entire lot, and Lilian used them to make sure no one was watching her. She got out of the car, retrieving her bundle from the trunk and putting on her costume. Most of the outfit looked like it could have been worn by anyone on a cold day, long pants and a heavy peacoat that almost reached to her knees. The only thing that stood out was her helmet, which she hoped the normals would mistake for a motorcycle helmet.

It was much quieter out here, but not quite silent; the buzz of dense activity had faded as Lilian got further out of town. It was an outrage really, to think that she had to come all this way because someone had the audacity to blackmail her; the fact left a bad taste in her mouth. Her began car drive away to its next destination, and with a heavy sigh, Lilian wiped the camera feed for the past hour and started making her way to the warehouse.

She had briefly contemplated having a drone survey the area before arrival but dismissed the notion as excessive. From what she'd heard there were others she knew that would also be here, and that should have been insurance enough. Worst case scenario, she had brought along a handheld laser capable of a few different functions, and a stun grenade. Her original plan was to bring a gun, which seemed obvious, but the chances of accidentally hitting the wrong person made her rethink that. The quicker she was, the less likely someone would see her and have unsavory questions for her, and with that thought in mind, she quickened her pace. The fence around the warehouse had fallen away in places, and Lilian chose a decent sized hole to sneak through.

A few friends were supposed to be here tonight and Lilian hoped to find a friendly face before this whole fiasco went down. Though hidden by her mask, a small frown crossed her face, "Assuming they even decided to come..." Her voice came out weirdly modulated by her helmet, echoing quietly off the walls of the abandoned warehouse.

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

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Kieran Vallanetti
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Malfyre | Uniform & Mask x|xhex: #575772
xxxEvery day is another long walk back to your old place
xxxAnd now I stay out late at night waiting for the sun
xxxNothing's wrong but it doesn't feel right
xxxDoes anyone ever really change?
The day had gone by all too slowly, just as many others have before. From waking up reluctantly to the blare of her phone as she received spam calls from both Aaron and Dhani, explaining that they'd have a little meet up to go to later that night. It was already far past afternoon at this point as she finally groveled and rolled out of bed, assembling an outfit of a leather jacket over a plain t-shirt, jeans, combat boots and a knit dark grey beanie as the weather had begun growing colder and colder the past few weeks in Barden. One thing she had learned since first arriving in Barden five years ago was to always dress warm, otherwise, you'd regret it. She still had plenty of time to do some of her every day things before she had to meet up at the location, which she knew would be all too close for her later that night. She gathered her things, and after making sure she had everything she swiftly left her apartment.

Everything went by quickly in the next following hours, after grabbing some food at the local cafe and dropping by the small old music store that Aaron worked at and owned. It was a rather small place, with the main room being where the vinyl records were kept in small cubical stands all around the room, with posters spread across the walls, with records framed along as well. The lighting was a bit softer and not as harsh, giving the place a relaxing feel among the chaos that stood outside those doors. Soft music was always on repeat over the speakers to help keep the place from growing eerily silent, and the bookstore was across from the main room, with a dozen or so shelves lining the wall. With a few chairs and tables for those that chose to read if they so desired. Kieran waltzed through the store, taking a small check if anything new was brought it, with nothing standing out to her she walked behind the counter and sat down on the stool, waiting for Aaron to come out from the back soon as she knew he was busy.

After fifteen slow minutes passed, the small and soft chime on the main door opening alerted her to someone entering the store. Looking up from her phone she initially didn't see anyone and went back to surfing multiple different social media platforms. That was until the sound of someone walking up to the desk caught her attention, looking up. It was a blonde-haired woman, mid-twenties. She looked familiar to say the very least, Kieran knew her all too well, at least by face as something didn't sit entirely right about her. Something just felt, off. Kieran gave her a small smile as a greeting as she asked if Aaron was around, "Yo, Aaron! Get your bitch ass out here! You got a customer!" she called, craning her neck to the side as she looked to the backroom. Kieran turned her head back to the girl once more, giving her a small wink before she spoke again, "Thanks, I like your's as well. Your style I mean." she said awkwardly, feeling her face flush red with several counts of embarrassment, What the fuck was that, Kie?, she thought to herself before shaking her head.

After a moment she spoke up again when the girl asked what her name was, as she had seen her around the store a few times and figured Kieran was another regular customer. Which, she was, of sorts. "I guess you could say I'm a regular, of sorts. And I'm Kieran by the way. One of Aaron's good friends." she said with a small smile, awkwardly extending her hand for a handshake that the two exchanged. The small, short burst of energy she got off of the woman's hand was odd, and slightly concerning that caused her heart to skip a beat for a moment. Simply passing it off as anxiety she was relieved when Aaron emerged from the backroom. She gave him an exaggerated wave, "Sup, fucko. Way to keep your customers waiting." she teased. She gave Aaron an overdramatic sigh as he corrected her on watching what she says in front of customers, "Righty-o, bossman." she said giving him a wink, much to his dismay and clear annoyance. She watched as Aaron discussed the woman's order, who's name she already knew as Luciana. But Aaron referred to her as Lucy, keeping that in mind as she remembered Aaron talking about her a few times. Kieran gave Lucy a small wave as she finished her purchase and left soon after. Turning her attention to Aaron they discussed a few things after they knew they were alone again. Making sure they were on the same page of going to the warehouse that night. And left soon after to do her own things for the day.

She made a direct bee-line for where she would set up for the next few hours. Tucked away out of sight, and to herself, she set up her things along one of the highest buildings in Barden. While she had eyes all over the city and had complete access to them from the safety and comfort of her own home, it was something else when she went out and observed things for herself. There were always things she could capture in the moment herself than a simple camera system, all thanks to the line that Aaron's father had created. While she had made her own modifications and security measures to them, just making sure no one could highjack them or manipulate footage. Everything was always in real-time and she was constantly being alerted of updates via her phone which she had integrated into the system. While most called Malfyre a crazed, paranoid radical who couldn't go a day without watching the city like a hawk, some had felt safer since the cameras were set up, while others despised it and felt like their privacy had been violated. While that possibly could have been the truth, no one could deny that it wasn't the worst thing to happen in Barden. Far,far worse things had taken place, and Kieran had full access to it all, disturbingly enough.

From being an anonymous face among Barden, with very few people who knew who or what Malfyre was, Kieran was just as mysterious and unknown. She preferred to keep to herself and only work with others if she really had to. Even most of the other heroes had no idea who the person behind the mask of Malfyre was, only a few did such as Paladin and BludWynd, which hadn't been intended. Just like Malfyre, Kieran was a loner, and as loners do they blend in with their surroundings and don't stand out from a crowd of faces. Something that helped in her line of work, however unethical and morally greyed it may have been. Kieran simply sat on rooftop after rooftop, observing everything below the skyline and city streets. Being able to have a bird's eye view on everything was her preferred method of action, and after snapping several pictures from several advantage points which ended up taking more time than she had initially wanted, it was ready for her to pack everything up and get ready for the big meet up, whatever it was she wasn't sure. Initially, she wasn't going to go to it, but after receiving an anonymous email from someone unknown, with personal information on who she was, she had no choice but to go. Whoever had enough information on her to know not only her email which wouldn't be that hard to find, but to know everything that they did was concerning to say the very least.

When she finally arrived back to her apartment, putting all of her paraphernalia away and changing into her uniform and tying her hair into a simple, fishtail braid, she tucked her knives away in her kevlar reinforced, leather jacket, which she left open for now. Grabbing her mask which she too tucked away in one of her multitude of pockets, she huffed as she realized she was running late, as always. One way to make an impression for sure, what's a better way to make a first impression than being fashionably late? Slipping her simple black cannon camera in her left, inner breast pocket of her jacket she grabbed her keys and left her apartment. The brisk, cold night air was welcomed ask it enveloped her as she stepped out of the apartment complex. Something about the night air, especially as the colder months came in, was always a guilty pleasure to her and gave her an excuse to wear more layers than she should. Quickly grabbing her helmet from its hiding spot she hopped onto her motorbike which was gifted from Aaron as she had no real way of transportation. Walking and public transportation wasn't really her style. As well as it being on the top of the market in quality, durability, speed and its sleek, jet black monochrome design, it was hard to turn down. Besides, with its next to silent motor, it helped to make going on missions a breeze. Making her way through Barden at this time of night, as well as using back roads and alleyways. She knew every twist and turn of Barden, what streets led to dead ends, what ones made the faster route, and what ones to avoid altogether. It only took thirty minutes, but she was about fifteen minutes late for when she was supposed to arrive at the warehouse, seeing a few of the others there already. Whether some were hiding or were in somewhat of plain view, she killed the motor of the motorcycle and removed her helmet, quickly placing her mask on before she made her presence known to the others. It was a bit over the top compared to the more basic and simple masks that the others had, but unlike the others, she had more of a reason to hide more of her identity and distinguishable features. After a moment of making sure the voice modulator was active and working properly, her voice coming out with more of a robotic tone, but not entirely inhuman in nature she made her way towards the warehouse which she could see in the distance. Tucking her hair behind as she pulled over her jacket's hood, covering more of her discernable features. The fewer key factors she gave people to help identify who Malfyre was, the better.

Kieran looked around for any recognizable forms or faces, or more so recognizable features and uniforms, she spotted Dhani. Creeping up behind him ever so carefully, with a large grin on her face, which was hidden entirely by the mouthpiece of her mask, she gave him a little hip bump as she walked up beside him. "Hola, Amigo." her voice crackling to life from behind the audio modified mask. Placing her elbow on his shoulder at an odd angle due to the small height difference between the two she leaned against him slightly as she continued talking, "Aside from me being fashionably late, what else did I miss? Anything good, or is this just a dud of a party and I got ready for nothing?" she said with a small chuckle as she waited alongside her friend and ally for whatever the cause for them being there to begin. She didn't know what to think of any of this, everything seemed so off and uncomfortable. Almost cold in a sense, as if something sinister was about to begin. Slowly digging her hand in her pocket she clutched one oh her blades, just in case she'd need to use it before having to resort to her powers, if anything happened that was.






Aaron Langdan
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BludWynd | Uniform & Mask x|xhex: #545352
xxxI just wanna go back
xxxBut I know time don't work like that
xxxI'd give up all that I have, searching for
xxxThe way we were before
Aaron's day had been nothing but busy. He awoke early to the sound of his phone going off countless times, mixed with alarms and notifications. He'd be going to a warehouse later that night as someone had gotten into contact with him and many others. Someone knew who he was, which wasn't that big of a deal as he was one of the heroes that was rather open with his identity, at least among the heroes. After making sure he alerted the others, more so making sure that Kieran was awake later that day and was aware what was going on. He'd have to hold her to go out that night, otherwise, she'd get wrapped up in her own work and forget. Which was something she tended to do far too often. After making sure everything was squared away and dressed in a simple t-shirt, grey hoodie and jeans he made his way out of his apartment. The walk to the store wasn't a terribly long one, even if it was dreadfully cold. The hours passed as he opened the store and prepared for the day before he'd have to close up shop and head to the warehouse.

Time passed, and it was a little after three-thirty that he heard some familiar voices coming from the main part of the store. He chuckled as he knew who it was, and after finishing checking on some things he made his way from the back part of the store and to the front where Kieran and Luciana were chatting. "Hey girls. Kieran, Lucy." he said with his bright and cheerful smile that spread across his entire face. Turning his head to look at Kieran for a moment, his smile all but faded, "Hey, watch your mouth infront of the customers, Kie." he said, his smile soon returning back to his face as the two chuckled. He nodded as Lucy had asked about her order for her MouseRat Vinyl. He gave her a nod and smile, rifling through one of the cabinets behind the counter. "Here it is! It actually just came in this morning and I was hoping you'd stop by today. Great choice as always." he flashed her a small grin and wink. The two finished up the purchase and he watched as she left. Aaron turned to Kieran, his hand folded neatly, "Now, would you stop embarrassing me in front of the customers?" the two gave a small chuckle as he leaned against the glass countertop. A sly grin formed on his face as he spoke,"Ya know...If you stopped by more often and came out of your damn apartment, I think you and Lucy would get along. You seem to have a lot in common." he said, giving her a wink. She simply dismissed his comment, saying how she didn't need a relationship or even really any friends. As well as them having more important things to discuss. After their short discussion about their plans of going to the warehouse, they said their goodbyes and his shift went as uneventful as one could imagine.

He went back to his apartment, changing out from his common clothing and into his suit, which was still considered common clothing. But was reinforced with bulletproof padding, shock absorption and kevlar. He slicked back his hair with enough jell, and after digging around his messy apartment for his mask he easily put it on and gave his look over once more in the mirror. As long as he didn't have to use his powers, his appearance would stay intact, and he wouldn't look like...such a monster. It was the largest downfall of his powers, it came with a price, and sadly it was the way he looked. He shook his head and headed out of the complex. Staying to the shadows and out of sight. He made it to the warehouse much earlier than expected, and he simply waited for others to arrive. Finally, he saw some familiar figures walk into view and enter the warehouse. One was staying out of main sight as well, obvious for who it was a small appeared on his face, even if it wasn't seen due to his mask. Looking around he placed his hand against the ground, closing his eyes and concentrating. When he finally opened his eyes once more, he was across the lot and standing next to an all too familiar face, even if she was wearing a mask. The hair, the uniform, as well as the fact she was the only one who wielded a bow. He gave her a smile, knowing full well it wouldn't be seen, he gave a small chuckle. "Hey there, Arty. Fancy seeing you here." his voice came out with a bit of a gruffer and deeper voice than normal. He needed to keep his voice from being too recognizable and went with simply deepening his voice. "So, what do you think of this? Too sketchy and we're being set up or, do you think this is a legit meeting that will end peacefully?" he questioned his fellow hero. He had his own ideas about what was going on, but the vibe he was feeling about this whole situation didn't sit right with him, and he wasn't sure exactly why.





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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: Lilian Anderbilt Character Portrait: Aaron Langdan Character Portrait: Luciana Morrison Character Portrait: Michael Bennett Character Portrait: Dhani Batra

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P i p e r Young
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xxxfor us the bourgeoisie, so carefree
xxxremember when we?
xxxi don't know what you need to get by
xxxsomething for your mind
Piper had to go to the meeting. Anyone who could figure her out was a threat, and she couldn’t let threats go unchecked. She wasn’t the most skilled in combat, and kept her identity pretty tightly sealed. Revealing oneself was dangerous, and it was a danger she wasn’t willing to face, so she was more than willing to take this seriously from the moment she’d received the message. She wasn’t sure who would be there, and that made her nervous. Sure, she could use mind control to throw any attackers off the moment they came at her, but that was only so useful in a group setting.

The day of the meeting, she tried to go about her routine as close to normally as possible, but it was looming over her the entire day, shaping her every move. She felt paranoid, more than ever. Nothing good could come of this. She thought about sending a message to Luciana, she wasn’t going to be there, after all. It was definitely a trap. But she didn’t. Normally, she backed out of things with too much of a risk of physical harm: she was a one-on-one type, and didn’t like the thought of not knowing the odds, or not being fully prepared. She planned every job she did down to the tiniest detail, and this meeting was giving her major anxiety.

Still, she got dressed (simply: black pants, black top) and made her way to the address. The fact that it was an abandoned warehouse wasn’t amusing, it just solidified the fact that something about this wasn’t right. Piper hated wearing masks, they typically got in the way of her powers, as even the simplest masks tended to draw the gaze away from her eyes. Still, she pulled her mask up and over her mouth and nose long before she approached the warehouse, not wanting to take any risks. She hesitated for a moment, but ultimately decided to go ahead and enter the building. After all, if this were a trap, they already had her.




D h a n i Batra
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xxxi see you up again wandering so diligent
xxxcrossing your t's as though it weren't irrelevant
xxxthey say formality, this is what they really meant:
xxxthey can be the walk and we can be the pavement
The overall climate and opinions towards heroes had made life difficult for Dhani. Some of his fellow heroes had dropped the gig and moved on to other things, and he couldn’t say he blamed them, but he just couldn’t do the same. He didn’t have anything else to fall back on, and he didn’t think he could turn his back on being a hero if he tried.

So when he’d started receiving messages, and they knew a little too much about him, well, he was concerned. And when he’d heard about the meeting, he knew he had to go. He didn’t have much of a choice, really. Some might be able to ignore it and carry on with their lives, but Dhani couldn’t. He needed to investigate. It wasn’t safe to be a hero or a villain in this town, and he worried that, over time, just having powers would be enough to get someone put under scrutiny, or worse.

The actual day of the meeting was normal enough: he called Kieran until she answered. Reminded her that she had something important to attend that night, and not to be late. If she was late, he would be very upset with her (as if she cared), because she needed to be there. He was fairly sure that she just didn’t care, but he thought it was important, and if things went wrong, if it was a trap, she would be helpful. He knew that he could count on her if things went south, even if he couldn’t count on her ability to show up on time. He had to work that day, too. Waiting tables really had nothing on hero work, but it paid the bills. Mostly. You couldn’t make a living saving the world anymore, and it was fine. It was. Dhani didn’t mind it, he loved being a hero, he loved helping people. It was his entire life.

He already had his mask in place as he approached the building, and he took a brief moment to survey it from the outside. He wasn’t sure if it was a trap, it just screamed that it was, but it also seemed too obvious,but he decided that waiting around wasn’t going to help anyone, so he went ahead and made his way inside. Honestly, if a trap was going to be sprung, he’d rather it be on him. He could take a bit of a beating, though he would prefer not to. He also hadn’t fully thought it through before he’d done it, as per usual. Still, he settled himself near a wall where he could see what was happening.

Then came a bit of waiting, which was something Dhani had become excellent at over the years. He stood, arms crossed, obviously somewhat apprehensive about the whole thing. None of it sat well with him, and he wouldn’t feel better until it was done.

Then Kieran snuck up on him; his shoulders tensed up as she spoke, and had he not had his arms crossed over his chest, he might have punched her. He shot her a stern look, “I told you not to be late.” He didn’t change his voice too much as a hero, he mostly just spoke a little lower. Even then, he occasionally forgot to do that much. He shook his head when she asked if she missed anything, “Nothing’s happened yet. We were waiting on you.” Of course, he had no way of knowing what they were waiting on, but that didn’t stop him from blaming it on Kieran.

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Character Portrait: Cerys Day Character Portrait: Jena Wainwright//Adrian Robles Character Portrait: Aaron Langdan Character Portrait: Dhani Batra

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xxx 'Cause I'm a fighter, a tiger, see me walk through fire
xxx Try chain me up but I'll burst through, I'll defy ya
xxx Set me on fire
xxx Watch them conspire
xxx I will defy ya
xxx I'll set them on fire

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xxx Are we just drowning?
xxx Can you please save us
xxx Black walls surrounding
xxx Can you please save my soul?
xxx Causing our own demise
xxx Causing our own

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Becoming a hero was one of two options of Jena and Adrian, they knew with their powers that they could either be heroes, represent good or become villains and show terror and evil to cities and their citizens. But with how they became two souls in one body, they both agreed they didn’t want anyone else to suffer like they did and swore to protect others who can’t protect themselves as well as show hope to all, the exact essense of being a hero.

Starting out it was hard for them to get a grab on being a hero. For them it was the part of keeping it a secret, not only did they have to keep the secret of being two people in one body, but the secret identities. Luckily Jena was always able to come up with excuses for whatever bruises they may have or excuses for not showing up somewhere on the same nights the famous Gemini is seen saving people. Another thing that bothered them, well mostly Jena, was all the anti-hero propaganda and views. She only wanted to help and some people had beliefs if someone had powers, they have to be evil. Luckily for her, Adrian was always able to comfort her and make her see what they were doing was right even if some people disagreed.

Come the messages and the request from an unknown number about meeting at a mysterious location. The sender knew about Gemini, Jena, and Adrian, as well as other dirt. This scared Jena and she wanted to leave town, but Adrian knew they couldn’t let this stand and was able to convince Jena that they should go, and he would be control and do most of the talking so she could relax. Jena and Adrian spent most of the day prepping for the meet up and discussing plans, as well as contacting some other heroes to get their opinions on what was going on and what they were doing and if they were or weren’t going. The two agreed Adrian would take point and Jena would only reveal herself if needed.

“It’ll be fine Jen... Trust me. And if it goes south we will have back up. BludWynd and Paladin will be there at the minimum, they promised you.” Adrian said outloud as he suited up and put his mask on. Yeah, but, it’s a trap. You- Jena started talking telepathically to Adrian and half way through speaking they switched and she took control so she could get ready. “-have to be an idiot not to understand that.” She finished as she sat down in front of a mirror and started doing her make-up that would be seen around her mask. Like I said, we will be fine. Now wake me up when you’re done and we will head out. Adrian responded, Jena just rolling her eyes before continuing getting ready,

Gemini traveled mostly by rooftop towards the warehouse, another skill that Adrian has enhanced over the years. I still don’t like this Ade… Jena talked to Adrian, but he mostly focused on his leaps and grabs before finally getting to a fire escape and climbing down. Coincidentally they ended up pretty close to where Artemis was scouting and Bludwynd talking to her. “Hey guys. Anything I need to know?” Adrian asked. Where are the others? You said Paladin and others would be here Jena asked, wanting him to inquire. “And my other half wants to know if it’s just y’all or if some of the others are here. I’m ready to head inside though.” Adrian said as he looked over to the warehouse, wondering what could be expecting them inside.