((A continuation of what happened to Melody in the downtown RP. This is the story hook that cements Melody as a vigilante instead of hero. Not really a back story, more like a finalization of where Mel will be for the next few years in rp terms. Overall at the end Mel will be on the run from TCPD. Feel free to be a casual observer, someone who overheard the police calls, someone who just follows the cops around or is called by them, or someone who happens to enjoy ruining the TCPD's day... whatever makes sense for you arriving at the cemetery. ))
Sammy was running towards her. She was so fast, her face a mask of worry. "Why would Sam be worried, I'm fine" Thought Melody. CRACK CRACK CRACK Like rolling thunder each sound hit Sam. Sam stumbled and fell. A red river flowing from her. The river got wider, larger... It was sweeping Melody away. "No, stop... Sam"
Melody sat up in a cold sweat. It had been three days since the botched bank robbery downtown. It was late at night when Mel finally made it back to Sams house. Melody had rang the doorbell. Sammys mother had answered. Her face going pale at the sight of Mel. Mel could still recall the stupid way she had replied to Sams mom.
"Mel, what? What happened to you? Who is that? Where is Sam? She didn't come home from school"
"I........Uh... I..... We, we were going to fly... I didn't.. I didn't mean it."
Sams mother shook her head faster and faster, getting paler and paler as Mel stumbled over her words.
"Not my girl... NOT MY BABY!" She had torn the body down from Melodys shoulder. The body had been healed of its gunshot wounds, but the blood stains remained. Parts of flesh burned by hot sparks that had settled on the cool flesh. "YOU MURDERED MY CHILD!"
Mel had shaken her head no... Sammys mom didn't understand, the burns were from the vault, she was dead then. Mel was avenging her... She didn't understand.
Sams mother stood and beat on Melody screaming at the teen.
Melody had fallen back. Stumbling across the yard. She had turned and ran.
Every night the same nightmare came, and every night Melody failed to save her friend. She had been hiding in the abandoned boxcars on the train tracks. She was hungry and lonely. She didn't understand how people survived on the streets. Mel sniffed and pulled her legs close to her in the fetal position. Today was the day. The day the first superhero she ever knew was going to be buried. Sammy was always smart, and always hid just how smart she was. She always helped Mel with her homework, always explained what the adults were talking about, explained how things worked... she was a genius. She would have been one of the top minds of the generation, at least that's what Melody thought.
Melody choked back the tears that usually came after she woke up. She couldn't lose it right now... Today was the funeral, today she had to say goodbye. Today was the last day the Aether Pirates would ever know peace on their terms. When the funeral was over, vengeance would begin.
Standing she pulled the boxcar door back. Bright morning sunlight burning her eyes. Mel clenched her teeth. No she thought, everyone would mourn today, even if they didn't know why. The death had barely made the paper. Compared to the sensational crash and super fights that caused it... One seemingly normal girl dying as collateral didn't warrant much more than a few sentences about when the funeral would be held. More had been written about Melody destroying the ambulance with the pirate still inside.
Mel climbed on top of the boxcar... This would take awhile, she hadn't had real food in days. She had stolen a few hotdogs from a vendor for lunch the day before. Her stomach rumbled as Mel took position.
Mel began to dance. Within an hour the sky was overcast. By noon the rain started. A few drops at first, then more. Eventually the traffic in the city would be at a crawl from the downpour.
Mel danced and sung. No one would see the tears now that it rained.
Mel danced on down the streets. Her pace slow, sad, heartbreaking. Her body bending and twisting at unnatural angles.
When Mel opened her eyes again she was at the cemetery. Only two people still remained in the downpour after the funeral, Sams parents. Mel stopped dancing. The storm would continue for awhile but would quickly decrease in overall strength.
"It wasn't me... Sam.. Sam was everything... She was everything important to me."
Melodys voice was destroyed from the storm summoning. She had refused to use the technology that enhanced her powers and instead sung the song of storms herself. On hearing Mels voice Sams mother cried harder into the shoulder of her husband. His stern face racked with lines of fatigue and sorrow. He looked at Melody, only sadness in his eyes. "We know Melody, the police came and told us what happened. She tried to save you after you were shot. What were you thinking Mel? Mel... You killed two men. The police are after you, what are you doing?"
The man was doing his best to keep it together. Part of him blamed this girl for his daughters death, but he knew it was pointless to blame her so he was trying. Melody was still a murderer, a child, and someone who needed help. "Melody, please turn yourself in. You are a minor, you were shot... Our daughter killed. The police will understand."
Melody choked on her words a few times before she could actually say them. "I'm sorry, I can't. I can't until those monsters are gone, wiped off the face of earth!" The anger letting Mel finish what she had stammered to start. "Every last Aether will be piled at Sams feet."
Sammys father furrowed his brow. This child was so broken. "No Mel... Mel you can be a real hero..." The man was cut off by his wife uttering one word. "Good". The man looked at his wife and shook his head. It was the grief talking through her, she didnt mean it. He knew that, but Melody didn't. When he looked up Melodys face was resolute.
"For Sam, for the fallen heroes."
Melody did a small hop and hummed. The earth caving atop the exposed casket that had been lowered only a few hours earlier. With a second hop the headstone was lifted about a foot higher. It now rested on a small mound of rock. "Every gang I destroy will raise this headstone. The trash of Titan City will come to fear being added to Sams tribute."
"Oh Mel..... it's not what Sam would want!" The man was desperate, his wife had fallen to silently sobbing. His own face had tears mingling into his beard. "Sam meant for you to be a hero!"
Melody smiled a broken joyless smile at the man. "There is no point without her here to see it. The path of war is what I have left."
Sirens in the distance alerted Mel. Sams father had dialed 911 on his cell phone. The operator hearing the majority of the conversation. from the coat pocket
Melody ran to the headstone and kissed it. "This city will be safer because of you Sam" she whispered. "This city will know less sorrow when I finish your memorial."
Now Melody put in her earbuds. The TCPD wouldn't be just 'normies'. They would have help, the powerful kind. Melody cracked her neck. She rolled her ankles and stretched. The TCPD were not her enemy, but they would not stop her from reaching her goals. Melody had learned. She had boosted a pair of cordless headphones, no more simply pulling her plug.
"Lets get this party started." Melody hit play on her ipod. Smiling just faintly she spun launching a fireball at the wheel well of the lead TCPD car.
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((Edit seems to not want to save..... the rp is open, if your character would have a reason to be working with the TCPD or against the TCPD feel free to show up.
I had edited in some grammar, spelling, and syntax corrections...on top of finishing to flesh out the plot.... but oh well.
In the downtown the Aether Pirates had tried to rob a bank. Mels best friend died due to a mixture of Mel being incompetent and the Aether Pirates using deadly force while trying to escape. Mel murdered two of the pirates in the chaos of supers trying to arrest the would be thieves. Mel is on the run and basically spent the day of the funeral getting the storm to build. After the funeral was over she showed up and swore vengeance. The TCPD were alerted and are arriving on scene.))
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Sergei "The Rock" Rozhenko stood at his brother's grave, ignoring the rain. His stony countenance alternated between staring mistily and glaring at the tombstone as his mood vacillated between grief and anger. Grief over the death of his younger brother at the hands of the TCPD and anger that his brother had been stupid enough to try to pull a job without Sergei along to protect him.
As his massive form stood there, looking for all the world like a statue, he heard the cursed sound of TCPD sirens approaching the graveyard. Sergei assumed that one of the tenders or patrons had seen him and called the cops. As he turned to face the entrance, he saw a rather interesting sight. A young woman was standing near a fresh grave and she appeared to be dancing. The next thing he knew, she was throwing fireballs at the TCPD vehicles.
His craggy face cracked a rare smile and he nodded. "Da, devochka moya. We will hurt them."
He took off up a small hill nearby and leaped off into open space, his strength propelling his body over the fence so that he came down right on the hood of an approaching police vehicle. The front of the car came to a sudden stop as the impact of his body smashed the engine into the road bed and bent the axle like a straw. Momentum, however, dictated that it continue moving, so the car began to flip as he leaped off and propelled himself into the left passenger door of another car, checking it like a hockey player into the wall of a building across the street from the graveyard.
As lightning flashed and fireballs flew, it highlighted his grey, stony complexion and impassive face with just a hint of a grin on it.
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Melody hit the next button on her player, separating the tracks, one to an ear. She barely managed to generate a small tornado under the flipping car before it hit the wall of the building across the street. It still crashed into the wall hard, but Mel was rather certain the officers would survive.
Looking at the sudden car carnage caused by the rock like man Mel bit her lip. She was torn between her desire to escape the scene and wanting to make sure the officers made it out of today alive. The TCPD would never understand what she was about to do, but hopefully she could save most of them and still get away. She was going to 'help' him.
Springing up with a wind gust to propel her she landed with the agile grace of a cat behind the statue man. Performing a knee slide she sent out a burst of wind at ankle level. Several of the closest officers getting their legs taken out from under them like a tidal current.
If she could keep most the officers from getting into grip range of this recent arrival she bet it would be mostly the bigger targets of vehicles and such he would go after. If not, she would do her best to deal with that as she could.
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Seeking shelter from the storm John Doe was up against the wall under an overhang of the church. When he got awakened by the sounds of sirens coming from the graveyard. His solid black eyes follow the cars as events unfolded. "Order and Chaos. Such confusion these carbon based lifeforms lives are."
He rose up as the sounds of the car smashing into the stone like man registered. "What shall we do? Should we interfere or assist? If so then who?"
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Brought down to the earth below by the fury of the storm of the sky above, Lady Nova would land upon a scene of utter chaos. Wading through the wind and rain, she would witness the two figures attacking a squad of the TCPD. Activating her powerful aura, she would peer through the mayhem, spotting first a man composed of stone...before finally seeing....
"No!"
There, amidst the chaos, was Melody...the poor girl she tried to sway from the path of vengeance, now apparently facing off against Titan City's finest. Making her way through the battle, she would shout to Unknown, before engaging the villains, or so she thought...
"Lead the officers to safety, try to get them out of harm's way, tell them we'll handle it!"
With that, she would begin to fight Sergei with full forced energy blasts, before reluctantly tossing simply discouraging flashes of light towards Melody...
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Unknown was in a state of indifference or more to the point an argument within itself as to what to do, when Lady Nova shouted at him to aid the officers. Sprinting to stand in front of the officers and facing the aggressors his head turned 180 degrees to look at the police. "Your lives are in danger. You do not have the equipment to handle the current situation. Logical course is to fall back and regroup. Lady Nova and Ourselves will ... will handle things."
His head turned a full 360 and faced Sergei "The Rock" Rozhenko then Melody. His body shifted forming a wind brake so the officers can get to their feet and seek shelter. "You are causing an unsuitability in the whole. You must be dealt with."
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Well the officers falling back was helpful. Two... even these two.. were easier to get away from than a squad of cop cars, well get away from without anyone actually getting seriously hurt.
Melody doubted the rock mans ability to do much overall harm to Nova, so might as well use him for an advantage in her own escape. However she wouldn't leave him hanging to dry, no matter what his motivations were.
*skip button, skip button, skip button*.... There it is.
As melody brought herself from a knee slide into a back arch and without support rose to her feet again the rain that was still falling all of the sudden turned into fog. The water had been instantly dissipated and partially frozen to hang in place. Twirling her head she stomped a foot. The earth under Sergei shooting him up about four feet so he could vault over the energy blasts without breaking his own stride. The small column of rock being blasted to bits instead of the villainous tanker.
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*Melody rolled on the ground out of the way of the half hearted light blasts... 'time to make it a bit harder to see me' Melody thought. ((As melody brought herself from a knee slide position into a back .....))
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Cursing the girl's cleverness, Lady Nova would enhance her senses, finally able to see Melody and Sergei 'The Rock', through the fog. Suddenly, she would allow her aura to blaze, hopefully beginning to clear the obscuring mist....
After it clears, she would begin to gather power, stretching her arms wide before slamming them together with the force of a semi truck, sending a shockwave of oppressive sound and considerable force, hopefully knocking the two attackers off their feet...
She would then shout with an echo in her voice, one final warning....
"Stop now or be detained!"
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Sergei could feel some force trying to grapple and pick him up and he counteracted by rooting himself to the ground underneath him. But then he saw the weather caster flying towards him uncontrollably and he knew that her impacting him would end badly for her.
He exerted his will down through the earth beneath his feet and caused a pile of loose dirt and grass to rise up in front of him, giving her something softer than himself to hit. Then he turned his attention to Lady Nova.
"Stupid hero! You trying to kill girl?" he yelled at her in heavily accented English, his fury boiling like lava just below the surface.
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About to reply, Lady Nova suddenly stopped, first stooped by Sergei's words, second by the sight of a cemetery behind the two, and finally, her own mother's grave a reckoning image against the rain...
Instantly stopping her assault, she would suddenly enclose her opponents and herself within a large barrier of light, barring them from the outside world. She would then speak to them not as villains, enemies, or as Lady Nova, but as a person...
"I-I'm sorry...that was stupid....but..."
Not even able to form either a reason for her actions or a acceptable reply, she would reveal an entrance extending out of the barrier, clear of police and civilians...
"Go, NOW!"
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Melody hit the earth, since it was one of her two current playing elements she hit a perfect coindrop on the embankment.
The opposite side of the embankment exploded around Sergei. For a moment he looked like a rock star((lol)) on stage at a concert. If mist wouldn't slow down Nova, a dust cloud should. She could control a lot, but last check she didn't control the wind, the dust cloud boiled forward into the heroes.
"Hey Balboa" Melody looked up from her back towards the russian rock. Pick me up, I have an idea... ever actually move fast not just hard?
As Sergei reached to pick the girl up Mel smiled. Grabbing his arm she swung around it until she was gripping it with only her legs. ((Like a stripper)) Somewhat embarrassed over the move she simply said "Run"
Sergei would feel his legs ((earth element)) suddenly feel massively more powerful. Melodys weight a non factor to the huge Russian.
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Sergei was torn between paying attention to the suddenly ashamed hero and the girl entwining herself around his arm. He nodded once to Lady Nova and then ran off through the hole in the barrier, finding he could suddenly run much faster than normal.
As he ran, he seemed to shrink, the stone shell that had slowly grown up around him while he was standing by the grave and then during the fight turning to a stream of grey dust behind them. He lost a few inches of height, going from 6'9" to 6'5" and close to 200 pounds of weight, still leaving him at an imposing 270 pounds. The end result was a man with skin the appearance and texture of worn granite, rough and pitted in spots, but relatively smooth overall.
Once he had run about 20 blocks, he slowed to a walk, then a stop, and let the girl down. He looked down at her. "What is name?" he asked, his voice less rough and gravelly now.
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Creating a shield over herself to mitigate the effects of the dust, she would lower the barrier preventing the TCPD from moving forward, calling back to them as the dust finally settled...
"They managed to escape, I couldn't see where they went!"
Sighing, She would hope the two former opponents would escape without further harm to any involved...
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Melodys ability to empower the earth shrank and shrank with the earth falling away. Mel could still feel a bit of connection to the granite like man even after he stopped. Well that was good to know.. Even if it was living as long as it was elemental based Mel had some say over it ((buff/debuff)).
Mel popped an earbud out. The one playing wind at the time. She left the earth one in and playing... just in case.
"Thanks Balboa, I go by Sound Storm." Mel decided to avoid giving her real name. This man was exceptionally dangerous. "I suggest you get out of here. The big boobed one isn't exactly a pushover, only water and earth seem to slow her down, and thats more with her having to adjust than it actually doing anything to her. The shifter seemed to like my fire, though didn't seem overly happy with Ice, kind of passive I don't know if he will even bother to pursue. Sustained wind won't do much to him either. So I'm not exactly A-team against those two... not that I really want to have to fight them anyway."
Mel was thinking aloud. She was informing the Russian as a thank you but also trying to figure out how to keep her current.. and most likely future.. freedom. Mel wasn't really sure she should have said the last line. It was clear the Russian had no love for those who carried a hero title.
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Sergei peered at her, all of the slang going over his head, along with half the explanation. But, he got the gist of it.
"Who you lose, Sound Storm? I lose brother. Shot by cop. I was angered and sad, but fighting all cops was bad. I only wish to HURT cop that killed brother."
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"A half measure eh?" Mels demeanor changed. Another person with the power not willing to do what it takes. ((granted she has no idea it was a bank robbery gone wrong that caused the man to be shot dead))
"She was the best person on this **** hole planet." Mel looked to the sky seeing it devoid of anything but birds. "The aether will join her. They are all bad, and they will all die. The cops were collateral..... uh in the way." Mel remembered at the last moment this guy barely knew enough english to converse. "They have an APB on me because I did what should be done."
The song ended and switched tracks. Mel felt her connection to the Russian start to fade. Huh... apparently the element had to be playing to feel living versions of it, so weird.
Water, well that wasn't currently useful. "Got any money? I'm hungry."
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Unknown was suffering the rain was not an element it liked. It waited watching Melody and the Stone man run off then seemed to flow for cover before it fully formed into a human shape. "Lady Nova why did you let them escape?"
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"I do not understand. What is half-measure?" he asked as they walked down the street and into a 24-hour diner. The waitress and cook in the kitchen tensed up at the sight of Sergei's granite skin and black suit, then realized he was just another customer and went back to doing their jobs.
(Yeah, I forgot to mention that he was wearing a suit underneath the stone shell. Normally, I'd edit, but the editor is so damn dodgy... I figured it'd be an exercise in futility to try. Also, I'm not chastising, but I didn't say it was a bank robbery. I just said it was a job.)
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((apparently i just have banks on the mind, yay for it being ooc.............. oh and i like the inque concept, good shift from CoH to CoT without more lore being available))
"A living bad guy is a bad guy that can hurt others again. 'half-measure' is arresting a bad guy. The really bad ones always find a way to hurt more people. Final solutions are better."
Melodys face went to a dark place as she lanced a few needle like icicles between her hands.
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"Da, I see. Now I explain to you. I wish man who killed brother to die screaming. I not wish to... how is it Americans say... catch and release?" the Russian said, a sinister grin subtly gracing his lips.
"So, I say we make deal. I... scratch your butt and you scratch mine, da?"
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Lady Nova would look to Unknown with a look of shock, confusion, and most of all, fear. She would then point to the cemetery in front of them, and would curtly state...
"Further fighting would have possible uprooted the bodies at the Cemetary or at least damage it significantly, and I wasn't going to turn a place of rest for those who could have died because of the same type of battles we had here today..."
She would then turn to him, and mutter...
"Unknown, sometimes you have to look at what your doing, and cut your losses when you have to....I trust that despite the circumstances, they won't attempt to kill anyone else...if I did, they would already have been taken down..."
With that, she would then take off into the sky without another word....she was too close to this, and needed to think about both her actions here today, and those of her now, regretfully...enemies..
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Melody frowned. This was not as easy as it seemed in news casts. The true blue heroes always made the news in flashy ways... but those out tot\ settle a score, well usually the news reports were not as kind on them.
Melody suddenly had an idea... "Hey rocks, you ever hear of the IFRIT? Mercs hired in for protection. I hear they like fire.. I bring a whole lot of that. They also have a pretty nasty rap for willing to go to the extremes. How do you handle under high heat with that skin of yours?"
Melody had heard rumors for awhile now that the IFRIT were always looking for those that could fight with and in flame. If she could show up with a living meat wall they might just give her the training she needed to take out every last Aether around.
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In the Graveyard a spectral head of a young woman perhaps 19 with a gothic look to her face rose out of the ground. "What's going on up here. It's enough to wake the...oh" she gasped seeing the destroyed police cars. "Wasn't me!" She ducked back into the grave her headstone read Misty Sinclair April 23 1993 - October 2 2012.
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"Da, I hear of IFRIT. Crazy mercenaries. Lots of fire." he said before taking a sip of coffee and a bite of his apple pie.
He looked at her closely when she asked about how tough he is. "I am The Rock. Fire does not hurt. I walk through blast furnace one time to get job done."
"You have not answered question. I understand if you not wish to speak of deceased. So, I ask instead, who is it you wish dead?" he queried, crossing his arms and leaning back against the seat.
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"My end goal is the complete annihilation of the Aether Pirates. The guys in the airships. So my list is a mile long." Melody had not ordered her own food, instead grabbing whatever she wanted off of the mans extensively filled plate... a move she did when not thinking with Sammy.
Talking with a mouthful Mel continued to think aloud. "I control earth, wind, fire, water, and any combination of two. So mudslides, dust storms, hail storms, flaming meteors. I can call most of the elements into existence. The time it takes is based on how close to occurrence that element is. So wind is the easiest, earth usually the second, unless I am at sea than water is." Mel took another bite of the Russians food.
"The IFRIT have a reputation of being willing to do just about anything for the right price. I am not about to add" Melody dropped her voice a bit "cop killer to my current rap sheet. Even the worst TCPD still holds a badge. If you think boobs McGee was hard to fight before... wait till you see her try. You might hold up to fire, but have you tested pure energy?"
Not letting the Russian cut in.. again something she did with Sam often when Sam was alive. "I'm thinking the IFRIT would be keen for someone like me... they might even have someone like me. My dad taught me traditional control.... that doesn't work to defend myself from far to many. I need hotter fire, colder ice, harder hitting rocks, and bigger wind. IFRIT might be able to help me with the first.... I think you will find the help you need in their ranks as well. If you can wade through a literal firefight that would help them in those turf wars we see whenever they cover Ironport news."
Mel stared at the Russian like he should have answered her ages ago. She took his drink and downed half of it in a gulp.
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Sergei leaned forward and circled a protective arm around his plate after she'd picked food from it a few times. His face grew stern, his voice gravelly, and small rock protrusions actually began to sprout along his exposed skin.
"You new friend, so I not say at first. If you take from plate again without asking, I break hand."
Then he leaned back again, his voice lightened, his face went back to normal, and the protrusions receded. "I will help you with vengeance, if you help with mine. Da? I already know name of detective. Is Detective Leonard Holt."
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"Now now rocko, not a way to treat a lady." Melody stuck her tongue out. "So this Holt guy, I'm pretty sure IFRIT would arrange a proper accident for him if you lent them your services. At least thats how the news portrays them." Melody looked at the Russian, hoping he would get it this time... language barriers sucked. "I can't burn a cop. IFRIT can. You can't teach me better fire techniques, IFRIT can... thats where we should go."
meanwhile:
Elicito flipped a metallic coin. It had a dark shine to its otherwise copperish appearance. If you could inspect it closely it wouldn't look like any element you knew. "These places are always so ripe for a deal." He commented to nothing but the wind as he stroled through what looked to be a recent battlefield in the middle of a graveyard. "Oh this one looks promising." Elicito stood at a new grave, its headstone raised on a dias. "Mmmm I can taste the power this one would have had. Time to make a deal."
Numus Elicito reached into a dark void and pulled out a rolled parchment. 'Samantha Finnigan you have been summoned." Elicito tapped the headstone twice. A faint scream was heard about six feet down. "Now now child, you have enough air to breath for this conversation... If you need more depends on your answers." The screaming stopped... Samantha was listening. "You hid your ability to think from the world." Elicito was reading from the parchment. "Even your best friend didn't know the extent of your talents did she? Knock once for yes, twice for no." Two knocks.. "You have been influencing your best friend all her life. An angry girl that one, I hope to get her contract one day." Two knocks.... Elicito chuckled. "Not your call young lady. Right now we are talking about your contract. You can either be worm food, or if you strike my deal, a chance at a future." One knock. Elicito chuckled again. "All you cared about is being normal... having normal friends, a normal boyfriend, a normal life." One knock. "Do you care about your friend more than being normal?" One knock. "Would you give up your ability to talk to, touch, or be seen by the very people you wanted to be most like in order to help them?"
A pause......
One knock. Elicito smiled. "Gregor please let the kind lady out of the box." A shadowy creature bowed and reached into the earth tearing the coffin up. Gregor tore the lid off the coffin. A girl fell out gasping in the fresh air. Elicito knelt down and lifted Samanthas chin till they were looking eye to eye. "You will give it all up? Everything that makes you human in order to walk the earth again?"
Samantha could only see out of her left eye. She store at this pale green creature in front of her. A grin spread across his blue teeth. Samantha hated his face. "Yes, she needs me." His grin got impossibly wide. Samantha did a quick calculation... she couldn't influence him fast enough to get out of here. She had neglected developing her abilities beyond the subtle nudges she gave Mel. She watched as the demons smile grew even larger.
Elicito had her. "My name is Numus Elicito. A Duke of the 8th circle. These are the conditions of your deal. 1) I will not repair your face. That bullet hole will remain. 2) You must always hide your face. No one will remember what you look like if they see you. 3) Your eternal sleep has been postponed.. those that see you will feel those effects. The more of you they see, the more they feel. 4) Your ability will no longer be neglected. What you think and say matters now. EVERYTHING you say matters now but no one will remember what it is you said unless they are near you. ........... So how long are you willing to expose people to the effects of your death just so they will remember what you say? Oh don't look like that. Your influence will last on anyone, but they won't know why."
Samantha was furious. Her one eye bore into Numus Elicito. He was making her pay for her deceit and lies. "Fine, how do we seal the deal?"
Elicito held out the coin. It expanded into a porcelain looking venetian mask." Put it on and the deal is made."
Sam grabbed the mask and put it on. She felt the mask freeze to her face. The deal was complete. The mask had a lot of cracks, she could feel breeze touching her flesh where the mask had chipped away. "How many?"
Elicito knew what the question was. "You are the thirty second for this contract. The longest wearer lasted 32 years before cracking and breaking the contract."
"And the penalty for breaking the contract?"
"How do you thing we get servants? Come Gregor, we have a meeting in Austria in ten minutes." As the demon stepped into a void the shadowy servant looked at the girl. She almost thought she saw pity in its face as it disappeared with its master.
" I don't care if I am never remembered, I can protect them all like this... I can protect her like this. I won't become the 33rd cracked." Sam turned and began walking towards the city. She was going to have to come up with a plan quickly.
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Of course there was another in that Graveyard and Misty heard every word. Misty Sinclair felt a shiver along her ghostly spine and turned to look at her own remains. "Would I have made that deal? No... I'm already lost, I was already,.. cracked." She peaked out of her grave and like her name sake she drifted among the grave stones following Samantha. Someone will remember someone who was already lost to the mortal world.
So a faint voice would be heard by Samantha a whisper so soft it could have been a trick of the wind "Think I can help?"
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Sam looked over her shoulder... darkness. This would take some getting used to. Sam looked the other way. As she made eye contact with the spirit even it would feel a sleepiness tugging at it.
"I don't know." Her voice was slightly muffled. Another thing to get used to, speaking through a mask. "How long was I buried?"
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"Your fresh darling. Me... I been around for a year. You they had just finished replacing the earth. I'm Misty Sinclair and no I'm not related to the Sinclair's that made the Sinclair Ship Works. If I am part of a very very very removed branch of the family." She looked around "That creep must have been watching it all. Even when that girl and stone guy trashed some cop cars."
Her form materialized more she appears to be 19 dressed in a corset, skirt and stocking as well as work boots. They might have been black in life for she clearly has a Gothic theme to her outfit and make up however as a spirit they are a slight dark gray. Her hair has a hint of being black indeed all color of her seem to have been whitewashed only faintly showing. Among her attire was chains around her waist that jingled a bit as she walked, hovered beside Samantha. The most telling thing was also the most faint to see. Small puncher marks in her arms at the elbow joint needle marks.
"Anyway like I said I been haunting around for a year. Kind of a purgatory thing."
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Sergei thumped the table, accidentally breaking the corner off the cheap fiberboard and Formica table. "Da! We will go tomorrow. You have rest of food. I go pay for meal and table."
He got to his feet and strode over to the counter, extracting a roll of bills from inside his suit coat and asking the waitress a question. She hesitated, then answered him, and he peeled off two of the bills, laying them on the counter. He stuck the roll back in his suit coat and headed back in Melody's direction. Behind his back, a group of riff-raffs at the other end of the diner were eyeballing him up and down, having seen the bankroll he was carrying.
He stopped in front of Melody. "You have place for sleep tonight?"
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Melody:
"Eh sort of.... but if you have better digs? You try anything funny though and..." Melody hit skip on her ipod, She levitated a small rock outside the window near them. She snapped her finger and the rock cracked in half. "So no funny stuff!" Melody would follow Sergei when he left.
Samantha:
"Well my heart is beating, I assume that means I am in fact alive. Elicito, yeah super creepy. His means of travel though, I have seen similar, usually capes that can either instantly teleport, travel in time, or walk dimensions." Samantha was processing everything very quickly. "You appear to be a 'magic' based personality locked to our current plane of existence. Be careful, if Elicito is what I think he is, other demons of his dimension might be interested in you as well. " Sams voice was barely above a whisper. Her every word laced with the raw potential of power. "How did you die? What are your allegiances?"
The two questions would hit the spirit like lightning bolts. Commands she most likely would not want to disobey. ((Trying to establish Cracked as a voluntary mute once she realizes her powers take away free choice... being a super law abiding hero that would be very against her code of ethics.))
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She seemed to shimmer as the force of those commands hit her. "Um... I got into the wrong group of friends. Hooked up with a bad boy that was really a bad guy, abusive. He didn't really start hitting me till I started doing drugs by then I really couldn't leave him with out having withdraw. When money ran low he and his friend decided we should rob a bank I went along. There was a girl I think only 5 maybe 6 who was crying he yelled her to shut up. Then I saw him aim at her I jumped in the way and the bullet hit me, I fell and shot back we both died there. Don't know what happened after that really, short time later I was a ghost. Took some time to get used to it."
"Guess I'm in purgatory, not good enough for Heaven, not bad enough for hell. My actions saved that girls life and saved my soul. My life was trash and I'm the cause. I know who to blame it myself so I'm not a hateful spirit. Maybe... just maybe if I make amends if I save others I can finally go on. I been trying to figure out how do it too. Most people can't see me unless I really focus to be seen. Touching something even harder. I been practicing I can manipulate people kind of possess them (mind control). Don't worry about me if I really get in a jam I know a few other spirits who are even stronger then I am (Illusion control / if it possible in Cot Mastermind going to play the CoT version so the spirits hang around)."
"Anyway trust me I'm good at not being noticed. Wasn't the first time something dark was slithering among those graves."
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Samantha:
"Um okay, that was a lot of info." Sams voice was still a whisper. "Why do you want me to see you? Where did the others who caused this disaster go?" Samantha still didn't realize what her questions were doing to the spirit.
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Again a slight ripple of her form as the power of the commands washed over her "Like I said maybe if I help others I won't be a wayward spirit anymore. Who would need help more then someone who made a deal with Mr. Creepazoid? As for the ones that caused this... I don't know didn't see it happen at the time I was resting. If you could call it sleep, a kind of limbo when my energy gets low. I just was waking up when it was near the end it was foggy but I could see a woman that was glowing and some black blob thing. Thought I don't think they did it."
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'Hmm. Black Blob.' Samantha tapped her temple area on the mask with her index and middle fingers in rapid succession. "There are roughly 827 registered beings who could match that description. " She tapped a few more times. "Of which 564 would have the capability to avoid causing damage.. It's a start."
Sam peered at the entity with her one good eye. "What's the deal with your fluctuation? Having issues staying soild?"
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"Don't know kind of a tingle sensation when you asked me those questions. I just had to answer not that I wouldn't, but it like any idea of not saying something was shoved aside." She shrugs her shoulders "Maybe I'm to trusting after all that what got me into this mess in the first place. Trusting a bastard. Anyway why bother looking for random heroes, I may have been dead a year, even then we had google. By now someone posted about the fight on the internet."
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Sergei's voice grew gravelly again. "You insult me, Sound Storm. Doing ''funny stuff' would be dishonor. You are safe from 'funny stuff'. You have my promise."
With that, he strode on ahead, Melody following behind him. Neither of them saw as the group of thugs exited the diner behind them and began to follow them down the street. At first, they kept their distance. However, once they'd gotten a sufficient distance from the diner and a little bit closer to one of the seedier parts of town, the thugs grew more bold. Two of them cut down an alley, running at top speed to get in front of Sergei and Melody.
The two thugs emerged from the alley just ahead of the pair, pinning Sergei and Melody in with their five buddies behind. The small gang began taunting and threatening the pair, circling up to pin them against a wall.
Sergei smiled and looked at Melody. "I think they wish to do 'funny stuff' with you. We show them that it bad idea, da?"
With that, he unbuttoned his suit coat and charged four of them, a shell of rock quickly enclosing his fists and a Russian war bellow escaping his lips.
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Melody:
A couple street punks wouldn't require a full effort. A good scare might stop them from being such jerks in the future. Melody stood on her toes. dropping to a knee the air began to warm. Tough luck on them, fire was playing. As melody rose back to her feet she flicked her wrists. The pants cuffs on several of the thugs lit on fire. "I'd run before I get in full swing." With that Mel put the other earbud in.
Samantha:
"Hmmmm. Chances of someone in the Cemetery and able to record and would post it to the web for free ..... 8%" Samantha smiled under the mask. "The car cams though..." Sam ran over to the flipped wreckage of the TCPD car. It had been taped off but the towing rig hadn't picked it up yet. Samantha reached in and grabbed the video camera off the dash. "Bingo! Time to find out which capes were involved. Lets go find some equipment to watch this thing." Samantha started back towards the city again.
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Sergei buried his granite fist into the side of the first thug he encountered, blasting the breath from his lungs and breaking four of his ribs. The thug dropped like a sack of potatoes, but Sergei had already moved on to the next one. This one had actually managed to get halfway turned around, so Sergei grabbed him by the arm and played crack the whip with his body. The thug screamed as his arm dislocated. Sergei then threw him into a light pole and he mercifully passed out when his collarbone broke from the impact.
The leader of the gang pulled a pistol and fired at Sergei, the small caliber bullets ricocheting off the Russian's granite skin. Sergei closed with him quickly, his hand enclosing the gun and the gang leader's fist, smashing them together into an unrecognizable lump of flesh and metal. The gang leader screeched and stumbled away, finally passing out from pain.
The final thug was booking it, in full retreat, but Sergei was having none of that. He uprooted a parking meter and, gripping it at the middle of the pole, he threw it like a javelin at the thug. The parking meter smashed into his thigh, breaking his femur in three places and taking his legs out from under him.
Sergei smoothed his suit coat and buttoned it again, then turned to see how Sound Storm had done with her three.
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Melody:
Mel had started a few small fires on various parts of the thugs clothing. Nothing that would leave more than a 1st degree burn if attended to quickly. The three looked more like a stooges act than anything else. They kept trying to put out fires on each other. The one had been recording the fight on a smartphone thinking they would post about trashing some cape and his date. When the other thugs had been significantly injured the three stopped worrying about the fires and ran down the alley separating at the end to not get caught.
Melody shrugged at Sergei. Walking over to the leader who was rolling on the ground she looked at Sergei. "Half measures man.. half measures." Melody twirled. A sudden wind gust shooting the man into oncoming traffic just as a van was passing. Melody took out an ear bud. "Those that try to kill my friends don't get a second chance." Melody kept walking down the road.
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Misty twisted looking off into the distance. She sighed and then drifted over to Samantha. "Okay camera in cop car. You're the brains how we see who on it?" As she floated she hugged herself death was in the air.
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Samantha:
"I would have forgotten about the TCPD camera if you hadn't mentioned the fight being recorded." Out of reflex Samantha smiled at the ghost until she realized her expression wouldn't be seen. "Any electronics store will do. Can you leave this place? You don't seem to be affected by one of the agreements of my contract... since you are non living."
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Sergei watched unflinchingly as the van thumped over the gang leader, crushing his torso. The van screeched to a halt and the driver stumbled over to the body, then began screaming for help. Sergei shrugged and turned to follow Melody.
After they had walked several more blocks, he took the lead and entered a parking garage. Taking the elevator to the top floor, he led her to a Lincoln Town Car. The doors were unlocked and the keys were in a compartment between the front seats.
"Car belong to friend. Thugs in area know if they take, they disappear next day." he explained.
With that said, he drove them to a much nicer area of town, to an apartment building with valet service and a doorman. Sergei tipped the valet handsomely, then headed to the front entrance.
"Evening, Mr. Rozhenko. Ma'am. How are you tonight?" the doorman greeted him warmly, getting the door.
"Privet, Michael. I do well." he answered.
"Have a good night, sir. Ma'am." Michael answered as Sergei and Melody walked on into the lobby.
They entered the elevator, Sergei hit the top button, and it took them to the penthouse. Once the door's opened, he motioned for her to enter. "You may use any room, except room at end of hallway. That mine."
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Suddenly, a silky, ear pleasing voice would resonate through throughout the entire Penthouse...
"I hope you don't mind the intrusion....Melody, Sergei...but I fear your little plots may have....minor issues..."
Suddenly, standing before them, would be Contessa Nocturne herself, who would allow them an inhuman gaze and sly smile...
"Interested to know what they are?"
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"I only interested in beating you because you invade home." Sergei rumbled, advancing on her menacingly as his body was rapidly covered in rock and he grew in height and size to an intimidating seven feet and over five hundred pounds of granite and pissed-off Russian.
He stopped before the sorceress, a stone monolith towering over her. "You leave by elevator or by window. Make choice now."
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"Harm her and you'll have more than a pissed off woman to deal with, Russo."
Nightmare stands outside on the balcony, staring at the two rogues.
"I'd suggest you listen to the Contessa."
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"Yeah I can leave. Always nice finding loopholes." She passes by a street light and makes a motion the light dims in responce. "I can go almost anywhere in city limits. Best I wait ouside the store I tend to mess up electronics." (Made a mistake before Misy. Illusion Kinetics controller. The mind part another alt.L
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She would allow her eyes to glow, and as he steps before her, a solid barrier of black, corroding fire would appear....it is clear that if he were to reach for her in any fashion, he would face much worse than a burn, as similar fires appear around there feet, as she darkly muse...
"Unless you want your souls ripped asunder across the Netherworld, and left whining for something as sweet as the release of death you will BOTH listen!"
She would cross her arms, and allow her powerful aura to flare once more...she is not playing games....
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Samantha:
"Hmm, not that is an exciting issue to solve." Sam seemed to be having problems controlling any of her abilities. Apparently her suggestion ability wasn't the only thing going full tilt all the time now, so was her mind. "I bet with the right casings I could setup a monitor you could watch, and as long as I run an encased cord... you could have TV again! Well and see the video with me.. " A cat walked near Sam as she was leaving the graveyard, it curled up and began to slumber. "Well that is strange." Sam made a mental note and continued on. 'We are going to need some money Misty, you don;t happen to know of any ill gotten gains nearby do you?"
Melody:
"I suggest Glenda and the tin man try using the front door. You know, the whole knocking thing. Or I could bring the walls down to 'row row your boat' personally that wouldn't be my exit music of choice." Melody assesed what she could do that would harm the interlopers but not her current ally. Combing her long hair back with her left hand all the faucets for three floors in either direction turned on.'"Row..."
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The Contessa would simply let out a dark, chilling chuckle before responding...
"Melody...poor deluded Melody...I would hope you quit with your meddling...the use of your abilities..."
She would tsk, before offering a knowing smile....
"I mean...don't you want to know what happened to your friend...what was her name though...?"
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Melody:
"Row..." Melody increased the rate of water to just shy of shattering Sergei's water lines. Melodys other hand had moved into her hair. A far more sensual motion . A look of twisted fury on her face causing a stark juxtaposition. The witch was approaching Melody all wrong. Sam was far too fresh a topic. Melodys elbows rose. Her pose was tense and striking, in another situation it would have been beautiful.... in this situation it meant her next breath could send a network of ice shards through the apartment like an exploding christmas tree.
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The Contessa's expression would soften, as she would smirk...
"Melody...I know what you feel...and I support you...I will aid you in your cause...both of your's....I have information on both your targets and more...kill me and you lose a valuable resource.."
She would smile, showing no hint of fear in her tone...she's only played half her cards...
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Nightmare watches the exchange, ready to assist Nocturne in the event all goes sour.
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"You have made choice. Window it is."
Sergei stepped back several paces, moving much faster than his appearance would seem to allow. He brought his arms out to his sides as the thick fingers of his stone hands transformed into spikes, which he then flung at the Contessa by throwing his arms forward, creating a cone of flying stalactites.
Even as they flew at her, he lowered his shoulder and charged in their wake.
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Melody:
'Told her she shoulda just left and knocked.' Melody thought. Her face went into a vicious smile. Her head fell back and she winked once at the armor suited man standing on the balcony. "Sorry Rocky....... YOUR BOAT!"
The balcony underneath had been pooling water. Ice lanced up through the floor of the balcony Nightmare was standing but closer to the doorway. She was being careful since the duo had not been openly hostile, but they were afterall an uninvited fighting force. As melody dropped out of her pose the faucets erupted in cyclones of ice shards and water. Melody directed them ina manner to prevent any sideways movement fro the Witch... she would either have to teleport and knock like a guest... or take on the Russian brute in hand to hand combat. Melody didn't really care which happened.
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Emitting a dark chuckle, the Contessa would allow a portal of pure shadow to engulf the earthen spikes sent her direction, before quickly ripping off and flinging her trench coat to the ground, which would suddenly shift into a large, hulking golem of umbral mass and black shadow, matching Sergei in size and strength, as it would take the brunt of his charge, beginning to engage him with brutal and surprisingly swift strikes...
The Contessa herself would quickly analyze the shards of ice cascading near her, and would send a volley of dark, serrating crescents of shadow towards Melody to test her wits, apparently engaging the pair in full capacity...she is teasing them both, evident as she would shout...
"I hope you survive this encounter girl, it wouldn't do good for you or Sam to lose each other again!"
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On the back foot at first due to surprise, Sergei took several blows before he got his guard up against the umbral golem's attacks. But he quickly adjusted and began raining punishing blows on the creature, gaining the advantage simply due to the fact that it was a mindless creature being puppeted by the Contessa and he was a seasoned street fighter.
Rocking it's head back with a series of blows to it's face, he then knocked it's arms out of the way and reached inside it's guard to grab it by the neck and between the legs. He hefted it above his head and kneeling, he drove it down upon his knee once, twice, three times, then stood back up and threw it at the Contessa.
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Shepherd stood in front of a gravestone. the name on the stone was that of his friend from Paragon city Azuria. He had carried her through the portal as she was dying. He wanted her to be remembered for her contributions, the lives she saved. He couldn't let her disappear along with her world. When arriving to Titan City, he made sure she had a proper burial with all the magical and supernatural heroes that came through the portal in attendance. The Ghostwalker sighed as he closed his eyes. A single tear coming down his cheek.
"In the end there can be only one" The Highlander
"ENOUGH!"
Nightmare appeared inside the penthouse between the Contessa and Rock, immediately forming a pair of magick walls to act as barriers that separated him, Nocturne, and the two rogues apart. The Umbral golem would slam into it as it's thrown and Nightmare would glare at the three, one at a time.
"I did not come here to participate in a childish sizing competition. Now if you all are finished, I'd like to get this over with."
He looks right at Nocturne.
"M'lady, we came for a reason and I'd suggest we follow it, unless they do not desire our help. In which case, their loss and we can read about it in the obituaries."
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Melody:
Mel already had her earbuds in. Her body flexing in those "oh so ouch" ways you see gymnasts move. Weaving between shadows like silent dance partners. Well... time to try something. Water and air were playing, at a volume even Nightmare would hear the garbled lyrics to.
Bringing her fingers together she spread her hands again like an invisible cats cradle was in her hands. A full on sidewinding tornado punching straight through the damaged golem sweeping it out of Sergeis way and blasting it out a window into the night.
Melody stomped down and fell through the floor as the sidewinder wrapped around and blew apart the area Mel was standing.
Now Mel had free movement out of eyeline.
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Blinking in surprise, Nocturne would erect a portal seconds before the golem were to barrel into her, sent unsteady by the force of the throw none the less. Growling something inhuman, she would then shout in a chilling and heart stopping tone...
"Be prepared to greet a fate worse then death gargoyle!"
With that, she would allow her hands to be encircled in dark runes, as she projects blast after blast of corroding darkness, the sound of wailing souls left in their wake, while shadows around the granite monolith would spring to life, seeking to simultaneously enshroud him in drowning darkness....
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Melody:
Mel already had her earbuds in. Her body flexing in those "oh so ouch" ways you see gymnasts move. Weaving between shadows like silent dance partners. Well... time to try something. Water and air were playing, at a volume even Nightmare would hear the garbled lyrics to.
Bringing her fingers together she spread her hands again like an invisible cats cradle was in her hands. A full on sidewinding tornado punching straight through the now devastated apartment. The entire area was blown into the night sky including any hero unable to root themselves in an instant F4 tornado. It would have only been an F2 but the magic walls created a tightened channel.
Melody went sailing into the night, riding the wind like a paper airplane, letting it wrap around her and direct her around bulidings.
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Sergei was moved around a little bit by the tornado, but he hunkered down and basically became a quarter-ton boulder. Once the winds let up, he stood up and surveyed his now destroyed home.
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Teleporting both herself and Nightmare to a nearby roof, barely managing to escape the onslaught of debris, the Contessa would briefly survey her surroundings, before chuckling, upon seeing Melody take off in aided flight, turning to her ally and addressing him...
"This was not a loss Lord Nightmare, together we have both managed to plant seeds of discord and internal strife within the both of them..."
She would smile, before her previously discarded trenchcoat suddenly reappears on her person, before she continues...
"Now we must wait and reap the rewards that follow...."
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Samantha:
Sam would walk within a few hundred yards of Shepard, with the ghost girl trailing her.
If Shepard doesn't turn around he would hear talk about aquiring money. He would also feel just slightly tired, not very though... maybe a nap in a few hours.
if Shepard turns around. He vaguely remembers seeing a floating spirit and something... it was following something.
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Melody:
Melody rode the airstream as best she could. She didn't have wings and had to constantly twist her body to continue to generate the air. If only Sam was alive to make that hover board. As Melody crashed into the road she tumbled to avoid anything other than some scrapes and bruises. Sucking in at the sharpness of a newly skinned knee she surveyed her surroundings. No normies about. She would circle around and head back towards Sergies place tomorrow, if he wasn't there she would move on to IFRIT territory.
Mel tested a few car doors until she found one someone had accidentally left unlocked. She curled up in the back and fell asleep. Tomorrow would be a new day.
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Nightmare grins a bit inside his helmet, watching as Melody flies off.
"Indeed, Madame Nocturne... shall we retreat now?"
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Smiling, she would offer him a quick curtesy, before disappearing in a plume of black fire....her work was done here, whether her pawns realize it or not...
The question is, do they continue to play the game?
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Sergei shook his head and stepped over to the fireplace, where he pushed on several rocks jutting from the stone mantle. As he pushed, each rock receded a bit, then lit up with an internal glow. The rocks formed an arcane pattern, then eldritch fire swept along the pattern and down to the fireplace, which burst into a full, roaring eldritch bonfire. As if the whole thing was happening in reverse, every part of the apartment that had been displaced by the tornado flew back to it's original position. Every part that was waterlogged or punctured by ice resumed it's original appearance. Within a minute, the apartment looked as if a battle had never taken place inside it. As the apartment repaired itself, Sergei's rock shell crumbled, flaked off, and disintegrated.
At that moment, there was a flash of arcane energy in the middle of the room and a handsome, older man appeared. He was dressed in an old-fashioned suit, but with a silken robe scrawled in runes over it. His short, neat, hair was steel grey, with the exception of white temple locks. His eyes were a piercing green and his mouth a thin line. Those eyes immediately focused on Sergei.
"Rozhenko, why have you called upon my power?" he asked in a strange language that only him and his minions could understand.
Sergei dropped to one knee in front of the man, his head and torso bent and his arms locked, fists against the floor. He replied in the same language. "Master, I was assisting a new ally when two mages invaded this sanctum. I attempted to fight them, but my new ally was overly zealous in the use of their powers and the sanctum was badly damaged. Please forgive me, master."
The mystic closed his eyes and spread his arms, his hands glowing with a subtle green light. "Ah yes, the so-called 'Lord Nightmare', an insolent whelp. And... 'Contessa Nocturne', that bothersome wench. I am disappointed in you, Rozhenko. For this use of my power, I am extending your sentence by two years. Pray I do not extend it further."
"Yes Master, you are most lenient. Do you wish that I pursue the mages?"
"No, Rozhenko, they are inconsequential. Continue my great work." With that, the mystic vanished. But in his place was a small ball of green light which shattered. shooting glowing shards to every entrance into the apartment. The shards exploded into walls of green energy scribed in runes, which then faded away.
Sergei climbed slowly to his feet, then walked to the liquor cabinet and promptly downed fifteen shots of vodka. Once his hands had stopped shaking, he walked over to the glass door leading to the balcony and waited to see if Melody would return.
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Misty faded from normal sight. She didn't want to spook anyone. Not to mention it was a tad draining. "Money huh. Anything I had is long gone. Thought if you don't mind taking from crooks there a pusher near by."
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NEXT DAY:
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Samantha:
'Acquiring' money from the drug pusher had proven both interesting and well... easy. While the Misty spirit seemed only mildly affected at most by the overall aura of death that permeated the air around Samantha those that were alive fell asleep based on how much of Samantha was exposed. Since she had been buried in a strapless prom dress (the one she was going to wear to prom) much of her arms and upper shoulders were constantly exposed for sight. The sight of her also causing a short term memory loss after she left the vicinity of anything living.
Checking the video tapes in the electronic store she found the tapes had stopped functioning whenever she stepped in front of them. She had ushered in Misty... at least Misty caused static. With Samantha there was nothing. The tapes would not record her. Sam had left the money for the equipment she took on the counter near the sleeping cashier.
Now she and Misty sat watching the video of the cop battle that happened in the cemetery the night before. Samantha was trying to learn how to control her powers.. She found that if she added in free choice her questions were not so ... forceful.
"Misty, if you want to tell me... where do you think we should go to find out info on these three?" Sam pointed to a frozen picture of the combatants. It took awhile for her to ask. the initial shock of seeing her friend in such a state was horrifying. The rate Melody was growing was astounding, but the driving force behind her powers seemed to be rage and despair.
Melody:
'Why is some guy yelling at me? Whats he doing in my roo.... oh!' Melody sat up and stumbled out the opposite side of the car. "I'm sorry, I just didn't know where else to go sir!" Melody apologized as she ran away. Last thing she needed was TCPD showing up. Melody was starving. She was finding that anything beyond the basics caused her to burn a lot of additional calories, and not just the movement side of her powers. Her powers were consuming her. She lifted her shirt, she could count every rib. She looked emaciated. Feeling a bit light headed but not much weaker she headed towards Sergei's. She hoped to find him at his place because if she had to meet another top tier super before she ate a lions meal she might not survive the encounter.
Melody arrived about an hour later. She smiled at the doorman and then waited for the staff to ring Sergei.
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Unfortunately for Melody, a different doorman was on duty this morning, so he'd never seen her before. The door man took one look at the young woman: hair windblown and sleep-rumpled, clothes dirty and obviously worn for longer than a day, skinny and hungry-looking.
"I'm sorry, ma'am. You may not enter. This building is for occupants and their guests only. Move along, please."
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Misty hovered there thinking about what they seen "Not sure about blob fellow, but that glowing woman seems to be the type who would make public appearances all flashy. Not to mention the boob window just screams pay attention to me. So I bet she show up often at the Phoenix Plaza. If not there someone bound to know who she is."
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Samantha:
Samantha tried to hold back a girlish snort but couldn't. She sputtered a giggle at 'boob window'. "I bet Mel threw a fireball at her just for that, she is so jealous of anyone with boobs. You sounded a lot like her just then." Sam smiled at the ghost... then stopped, stupid mask. "I am worried I might hurt someone in the plaza. What if a driver falls asleep at the wheel? I can't just sit there and wait. Could you bring her to me?.. but only if you want!"
Melody:
Melody gave the doorman a look of death. "Alright its been a realllllllly long couple of days. Just page the Russian at the top, you know which one, and tell him Sound Storm is here. Either that... or I can show you how I got my name."
Mel crossed her arms and started tapping her foot. Her face looking very sour.
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Misty thought for a moment "I could, It be harder to get her to notice me. You been touched by death so I don't have to force myself to be heard or seen. Her well I could brush her mind a little that way I wouldn't have to use to much of my energy. Besides even in this city Ghosts appearing in the open something that just isn't done." She would then looked to Samantha "What would I say to her? Shorter the easiest."
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Walking throughout the Cemetary, Lady Nova would walk swiftly but respectfully through the numerous gravestones, she had sadly been here enough times to know her destination. Reaching the ornate and well kept grave marker of Andrea Holt, a respected and fearless EMT, who died doing what she loved: protecting others, and Nova had a front seat to watch...witness a wife, friend, heroineto the core, and her own mother. A fresh tear plotting on granite and the soft rustle of a banquet of red marigolds...with her quiet, grief panged whisper answering an unasked question...
"Always her favorite...could never go a day without plating one in my hair..."
Chuckling wistfully, she would announce to the gravestone before her, as she has done since she was 13...
"You will ALWAYS be my paragon..."
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Samantha:
"You could mentally motorboat her boob window?" Sam giggled more. "Imagine if I ordered some poor civilian to do that. "You sir, go tell that cape that Samantha needs to talk to you... then motor boat her boob window!" Sams voice got serious again. "The mental touch seems like a good idea."
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"I'm sorry I don't think I could. Being dead.."Shakes her head not sure why she had a desire to Motorboat the woman's breasts. "The shorter message I have the easier it be. I found it's harder to get notice from someone at first. Over time if I get to know them I can ... how should I say it. Brake down their doubts?"
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The doorman was not impressed at the mention of her alias.
"Please vacate the premises, ma'am. I do not wish to call the police, but I will if I have to."
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Melody:
The girl shrugged. The doorman was a d-bag sure, but that didn't mean she should hurt him. A simple call would solve most her issues but if he wanted to play hardball so be it.
"Whatever, see how long you have your job after he hears you turned me out."
Mel walked away.
Half a block away she waited until some unfortunate woman tried to apply her lipstick. Sending out a small gust she knocked the tube from the womans hands. It fell stick down on the pavement ruining it. The woman walked away in disgust. Mel ran up and grabbed it.
Humming a quick opener from Mozart Melody rocketed into the air. With a graceful twirl she landed on Sergeis balcony. She wrote on the glass door 'Hey Rocko, your dill hole doorman wouldnt page you. Heading for IFRIT. -SS. She applied a little of the ruined lipstick and kissed the door next to her initials.
Jumping off the railing she hit play on her ipod. A jet stream catching her and whisking her in a controlled fall towards Ironport.
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"Everything's been in your memory."
Nick was wearing something few ever saw him in. Black trenchcoat, black sunglasses, black boots.. not a single ounce of color in his appearance save for the skin. He stood above an ornately designed pair of tombstones, a bouquet of roses in one hand while the other stays in his coat pocket.
"Were it not for you two, I'd have never seen the importance in his work. Probably would have kept resenting my father for helping 'the little man' as he called it. Sad how loss does that, causes one to realize simple truths." *sigh* "Hopefully my work will be done soon and none will have to endure what I did with your passing."
He places half of the flowers on each grave and walks off, the tombstones read "Johnathan Black" and "Elizabeth Solomon". Anyone who was alive at the time or read up on old newspapers would know what happened to the two that day at the Titan City National Bank and the depression it sent Nick into especially considering Liz and him were engaged at the time.
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Only a few minutes after Sound Storm left, Sergei emerged from the hallway, wearing a fresh suit. His stone skin was scrubbed clean from the previous night's activities. He immediately noticed the lipstick. He called up the desk and asked that the current doorman be commended for his diligence, then requested that the teenager calling herself Melody be added to his guest list as a family friend.
He then checked his calendar for when Iliyana was next due to clean his apartment and saw that it would be today, so he left the lipstick for her to take care of. Sergei was rather fond of the irascible old Siberian cleaning woman, so he prepared a pot of her favorite tea and put out a small plate of her favorite type of cookies, underneath which he placed her payment.
He called the doorman on his intercom and asked that his car be brought around, then descended in the elevator and set off for Ironport.
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Melody:
Mel was starving. She had used a lot of power up leaving the message for the Russian. She had to eat.
Mel ducked into a seedy looking bar that had a lunch menu on display. It all looked terrible. "I'm hungry, what do I have to do for food and a recharge on my ipod?"
The bartender looked at the clearly underage girl and was about to kick her out until he saw how gaunt she was. "Eat what you want, just stay back in the kitchen alright?" Mel sighed. Finally someone who was just normal.
Mel went back into the kitchen area. It was gross. She grabbed what looked like a clean plate and rummaged some food out of the fridge. With half a cold chicken practically hanging out of her mouth she started scrubbing down the kitchen. The man hadn't said she owed anything, but Mel was grateful. It would be half a day and enough food to fill several men before Mel would leave the bar.
Samantha:
"Well if you go wait around the plaza area I will work here on trying to figure out a solution to your inability to manifest easily around well, anyone but me."
Samantha started hammering away on a laptop. She was searching the deepnet about spiritual projection and related topics. Her fingers flew.
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Sergei parked his car a few blocks away from Wharton Steel Mill. Stepping out of the car, he buttoned his suit coat and slipped on a pair of shades, then looked around for Sound Storm. Realizing they had no means of communication, he walked to a nearby drug store and bought a burner phone, activated it and put the number in his smartphone. Next time he saw Sound Storm, he'd give it to her to make communication simpler.
After he'd taken care of that, he was starting to feel a bit hungry. Seeing what appeared to be a diner nearby, he headed in that direction, stopping for a paper on the way. Paper in hand, he walked into the diner and took a seat at the counter.
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"Some people have a natural resistance to supernatural energy I guess. Or more to the point few are sensitive enough to detect me with out being poked. Oh well no biggie I head off to the Plaza and haunt around a bit to see if she shows up." Misty then leaves drifting out of the door only sign she was passing would be a slight flicker of the lights as she draws energy off of them.
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As Shepherd stood there in front of Azuria's gravestone he created a flower out of Spiritual energy.and put it down.
"I remember the smile you used to have when ever I would make one of these for you after a stressful day. That beautiful smile with so much hope."
"In the end there can be only one" The Highlander
Melody:
"Sooooo not my week." Melody had been walking towards Ironport. Apparently she had made it. Some off duty IFRIT had picked a fight with some Mafia looking guys and a full on brawl was occurring in the street. Fire and bullets started flying moments later. This was going to end bloody. "These tools can't teach me junk." Mels choice of language was a bit harsher than 'junk'. 'But I guess its a second 'in' for me if Rocko doesn't show."
Melody slipped her ear buds in. As her body swayed the fire changed its pattern. It was no longer moving in a linear manner. It was weaving like a snake, striking the Mafia looking men who were hunkered down behind an open car door. The Mafia group leader, a giant man with one robotic arm saw the fire change the moment Mel started dancing... so did the IFRIT who were throwing the fire. Two of the IFRIT bum rushed the Mafia enforcer who was the last one standing from his posse. A few seconds later and he was out cold. The IFRIT off duty officer approached Mel grinning.
"Oh you got a skill doll. How bout you only dance for me?" Mel cringed visibly "I am looking for a guy made of rock, and someone better than me with fire." With that Mel cranked the volume and exhaled an enormous plum of fire into the air. "Find that and we will talk about a dance." The IFRIT officer took out his cell and started making calls. He could care less about the dance, he was just being crude anyway... but a girl able to control fire, oh that would get him a raise. ((Eventually he will call whatever IFRIT happen to case out Sergei ))
Samanatha:
"Hmmm interesting." Sam talked to herself often when concentrating hard. "So a 'presence' disrupts several perception fields, if I can narrow down which Misty affects and which she doesn't.... I could make a pulse beacon she could activate to make herself visible at least in a small pre determined area! '
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