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The red haired woman stared out the window at the fog covered landscape of Salamanca, she was just able to make out the waters of the bay. She was dressed in her Seer Taboo costume, the PSI symbol emblazoned on her chest, her eyes covered by a visor that not only protected her light sensitive eyes, but fed her information on its miniaturized HUD as well. Her left arm stretched under her breasts and held her right arm that was at her side, her hands and forearms covered by black gloves. Anyone who'd even been to Praetoria would instantly recognize the garb of a Seer.
She sighed to herself, she could feel that time was growing short, how exactly she didn't know, but it was a sense. It was akin to the same instinct that animals got when a natural disaster was on its way. Being a telepath she could also sense the thoughts and moods of others, and all around there was a heighten sense of anxiety. Of course her life was in turmoil right now, but this feeling was different, separate somehow.
Strong arms encircled the slim red head, she smiled as Renato Angeles came up behind her and hugged her close. He had just gotten up, and was dressed in a simple pair of sweat pants, his chest bare. His brown eyes scanned the horizon briefly, as if looking for what held her attention.
"You okay Courtney?" he asked in a gentle voice.
In answer she just leaned back and closed her eyes, sighing contently. She couldnt help herself, she felt safe in his arms, protected. Even though shed only been on Primal Earth for a few months, it felt more like home then Praetoria did. She was worried about her adopted home, as she knew those she left behind. Emperor Cole and his Praetors wouldnt let what they considered a threat to rest idle for long. She had also worked hard to protect the innocents of Primal Earth, though when many discovered she was from Praetoria she was regarded with suspicion, and even fear. How bad would that become if, no not it, when Emperor Cole made his move?
"Its only a matter of time Ren," she finally said, "I know the rulers I left behind, and Emperor Cole will not sit idle for too much longer."
He nodded and kissed the top of her head. "I know." He said, "But, we can handle what comes at us Courtney, together."
"We, those of us from Praetoria I mean," she replied, "people will not trust us, worse then it is now. Anyone from Praetoria will be looked on with suspicion, fear and hatred. It could effect your business if our relationship is discovered."
"I dont care," he answered in a determinedly strong voice, "I can handle it if need be."
Courtneys eyes were unfocused as she let her mind scan the nearby area, she felt the love and affection that radiaded from Renato and smiled. As her mind stretched forth she could sense the anxiety of others around her. A few had seen how she dressed and that she stayed in Renatos apartment. They knew that she wasnt from around here, but more they also sensed, in the primordial part of the brain, that something was coming. She didnt want to cause Renato trouble however she also knew she couldnt argue with him about her not staying around too much. He could be a stubborn man when he wanted to be, just one of the things she loved about him.
"I knew youd say that." She said softly, "But there are many from Praetoria who are here to help. I am worried about them too. Just as there will be those here to assist the Emperor in his cause."
Courtney, turned to face Renato, looking up into his kind face. She wrapped her arms around his waist and leaned her head against his bare chest. She brought her mind back to herself and her surroundings, keeping it close rather then letting it expand. She shuddered slightly, as a flash of anger nearby briefly touched her mind as she was bringing her senses in closer. She knew that soon that would be the prevailing emotion for her and her people, no matter where their loyalties lie -
Quote:Her heels clicked solidly on the wooden planks of the small docks that snaked between the ships docked in Port Oakes, her azure eyes, hidden behind a pair of dark sunglasses, watched her surroundings for any sign of trouble. The black trench coat flowed ut behind her, her black attire underneath seemed to absorb the sunlight that filtered through the cloud cover, and rain was on its way. Shoulder holsters, hidden underneath the tailored coat, held her twin desert eagles. Her red hair was loose and cascaded down to her shoulders freely.
What is your characters chosen profession?
She arrived at the unmarked door, innocuous in its appearance. Her mind was already stretching out as she started to turn the knob, sensing the number of minds hidden beyond it and, more importantly, their mood. This was the dangerous part, she was good, and with her mind powers she could sense problems before they arose, but she was still only one person. The door opened and she was framed in the doorway, back lit by the sunlight that was suddenly streaming into the darkened room. There were five men in the room, hardened men to whom the threat of death, was a daily part of their lives. Their eyes narrowed against the intrusion of sunlight, even though the cloud cover defused it.
"Gentlemen." The woman said simply in way of greeting.
Two of them just grunted the others remained silent. She came further into the room, her eyes already adjusted to its dimness, she saw three of the men seated at a small wooden table the other two standing behind it and a single chair remained open, apparently for her. She took the offered seat and leaned back slightly, keeping her hands free.
"Okay, we all know why we are here." She said, her own eyes flicking between each man, her telepathy also scanning the surface thoughts hoping to detect trouble before it began. "You all have the connections, I have the cash. We need a new supply line into Paragon City."
"Yeah, trouble is toots," the man sitting across from her said, he was dressed in a suit, but his jacket was thrown over the back of his chair, clearly displaying his shoulder holster. "I dont know you."
"We covered this on the phone Mr. Bartelli," she answered smoothly, "My names Winters, and I am your new pipeline into Paragon."
"How do I know you aint a cape?" he snarled back.
The woman with the red hair sighed. Known normally as Seer Taboo, the Mook across from her had good reason to wonder. Her mind stretched out, her telepathy reading his distrust, it was shared by his fellows, so she just planted a seed in his lieutenant, Michael Goodman. In his mind, she let him know that hed heard of Amanda Winters, she was a high roller in Paragon, worked with the Family, the Tsoo and some of the gangs in the city.
As if on queue, he leaned over and whispered in Mr. Bartellis ear.
"Ya know Mike, this information woulda be helpful earlier." He said, staring at Mike a frown on his face. "Didnt I ask if anyone knew this broad before?"
"Sorry boss, it just came ta me." Mike answered sheepishly. "Da red hair through me, Id heard she was a blonde."
Mr. Bartelli turned his attention back to the woman across from him, he couldnt see her eyes, hidden as they were behind the dark sunglasses. He didnt like that.
"I still dont trust you," he said in an accusatory tone, "Yer a little too convenient lady. Comin outta no where jus when our supply line needs to be reestablished.
The woman eyed the men arrayed against her. She needed to prove her ruthlessness, but she didnt want to kill anyone. She needed to do this the right way.
"Its up to your Mr. Bartelli," she said, her voice calm, "I just wanted to offer my services, if you dont want to take advantage of it, fine by me."
She started to get up, the two men behind those seated reached for their holstered weapons. She stopped and looked across at the three men.
"Do we have a problem?" she asked.
"We do if yer a cape toots yeah." Mr. Bartelli said smugly.
"Dont" she said simply.
"Dont what toots?" he replied grinning.
Faster then the men thought possible, the woman kicked the table over at them. The men sitting went spilling to the ground, the two behind them tried to get their weapons free. The woman was faster, she had her desert eagles in her hands, but it was her mind that issued forth. A wave of mental energy froze the men in place, each staring blankly ahead. She walked over slowly and stood above Mr. Bartelli, the others will not know how she got there. She held the men, her eyes narrowed in concentration, her head beginning to pound. She released them, but by then she was already standing above Mr. Bartelli, the muzzle of her desert eagle pointed directly at his forehead.
"Dont call me toots." She said, everyone was watching her. The two bodyguards had their own pistols out, but they knew they couldnt possibly stop her if she pulled the trigger.
"Now, gentlemen do I walk away?" she said, her other pistol pointed in the general direction of the two armed men. "Do you start looking for a new boss? Or do we sit down and work out a deal? I am game with whateve4r you boys want to do."
Meanwhile she was using her telepathy on Mr. Bartelli, nudging him towards the desire goal. Suddenly he started to laugh.
"I like this dame," he said suddenly, "Shes got moxy. Boys put yer pieces away and someone right the table. Weve got business to discuss."
The woman smiled, a little closer to finding the source of the Dyne that was coming into Paragon. It was a rough life, but a girl has to make a living.
((Okay hope everyone enjoys. Another tough one Lady C. But, that is Seer Taboos current job. As always, I really enjoyed yours. Very well written.
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((I gotta say, you make these very interesting indeed. Really stretch the mind for unique situations for characters. Again, masterfully done Lady C. I loved it. Here then is my own humble attempt.
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Quote:What would your character do, if faced with a Major natural disaster? Quote:
The ship rocked again in the churning waves, the lightning flashed above the decks of the large cargo ship as the crew struggle to keep it on course.
Inside among the massive crates and barrels sat six men in business suits, tailored to accommodate the large caliber handguns each carried under his jacket. Five of the men wore fedoras in the old style of classic gangsters, which surprisingly is exactly what they were. They sat is chairs arranged around a medium sized crate. They were part of an organization known in Paragon City as, The Family. The last one, was bald, dressed in a pure white suit, he was obviously the one in charge. He was part of the Marconi Family, James "Jimmy the Noose" Gambani, and right now he wasn't happy.
"Jimmy this boat's gonna sink I tell ya," said one of the men sitting around the crate,
At that moment the floor tilted to the side and 3 of the men fell out of their chairs. Jimmy, who'd been standing, stumbled slightly.
"Shut yer face Franko," he snarled at the man who spoke, "I don't like this any better'n you. But, ya gotta admit, we're far less likely to get busted by cops, or any capes, in weather like this."
As the men talked, argued and complained a figure was above them on two truck sized crates above them, looking down at the circle of men below her. She crouched in the shadows, just managing to keep her balance as the ship rocked in the force of the storm. Her red hair was tied back in a high ponytail, her eyes covered by a slim silver visor. She was dressed in white, a stripe the color of dried blood red ran down her side, arms and legs, emblazoned on her chest was the Greek symbol for Psi, also in the same dull red color. She wore black boots, gloves and oval shoulder guards, and carries in her hands two 50 caliber desert eagle pistols. Behind the visor, her azure eyes narrowed at the men below, she'd been tracking this shipment of Dyne for weeks now. She was trying to determine the distribution source, but now this storm threatened that.
The woman, Courtney Jane Williams, known to the hero community as Seer Taboo gazed down at the men, gaging the distance and which targets she'd go after first. Courtney, or CJ as some of her friends called her knew that this instinct didn't originally belong to her. It came from Amanda Winters, the Syndicate boss she'd stolen it from when see was a Seer in Praetoria. A feat she still wasn't exactly sure how she'd accomplished. She stared down at Jimmy, her mind reaching out to pluck the information about where they'd picked up the shipment. Port Oakes, in the Rogue Isles.
"Bingo" she said quietly to herself, "Gotcha now boys. Guess its showtime."
Suddenly the ship lurched again, violently to port when a massive wave crashed into it. The sky filled with lightning and driving rain as the crew continued to struggle against it. Even though the cargo ship was large, the storm's ferocity was taking its toll on the vessel. Already several of the upper deck hatches had been torn off and one near the bow had come loose during the last wave. Several members of the crew rushed forward to at least do damage control, and they were sweap off the deck when the next wave crashed over the bow. Several gallons of water cascaded down the open hatchway each time the waves crashed over the bow and the crew seemed powerless to stop it.
CJ yelped as she fell off of the huge cargo crates she was perched on, she used her telekinesis to stop herself and hover in midair, instinctively she spun towards the family thugs and her twin weapons roared as they spat bullets at the men just starting to react. 2 Family thugs went down as those first rounds tore through the men. They were bringing up their own weapons, 45 automatics, and returning fire at the hovering woman. She used her telekinesis to alter the path of the bullets so they missed, even as she directed the fire from her own weapons at her attackers. Jimmy however, had not pulled a weapon, instead he was concentrating the air around him warped slightly and then there was a field of warping around CJ. She struggled but was held fast by whatever Jimmy was doing. She concentrated and managed to bring her left pistol up and shoot Franko as he was taking aim at her. Then the force around her began to squeeze, she let out a cry of pain and her pistols fell a few inches free of her hands.
"Well, well, well," Jimmy said in a smug tone, "What do we have here? A stowaway? I mean you're not on the passenger list little lady, so you must be a stowaway."
CJ gritted her teeth struggling to free herself and glared at Jimmy. He just smiled back at her, his men leered at her skin tight clothing. A tribute to her skills there were only two of them standing, but it seemed like that would be plenty. The deck underneath them started to tilt, and unlike before it kept tilting. Jimmy and his two thugs lost their footing, and started to tumble towards the port side of the ship. CJ used her telekinesis and again started to hover, she also grabbed her guns off the deck. She heard the groaning of the ship and it started to capsize and the sound of crates sliding along the lower deck, until one slammed into her. She fell to the ground her pistols flew from her hands. As she was crushed against the port side of the hull. She struggled to free herself, blood from a cut on her forehead splattered against her visor, he head was pounding in agony.
'Get a grip' said a voice inside her head, a feminine voice, somewhat familiar. 'Get your guns and get us out of here.'
CJ shook her head, trying to clear it.
'Its me murderer, or rather all that's left of me.' the voice was harsh, cold and decidedly unfriendly.
'What? Murderer?' she thought in a haze, 'Who the hell are you?'
'Amanda.' came the simple reply.
CJ blood ran cold. Some part of Amanda still lived inside her? No, that wasn't possible.
'Afraid so Miss Williams.' came then instant mental reply. 'Come on now, where do you think you get your backbone from? Certainly not inside you I'll tell you that. You're simpering little girl CJ. If it wasn't for me you'd still be floating somewhere in Praetoria.'
'That wasn't you Winters.' she thought back angrily, 'That voice was guiding, comforting. It showed me how to...'
'Murder me.' Amanda's voice echoed in her mind. 'I died that day and now this fragment is all that's left of who I was. Well, I want to live CJ so get your butt in gear and get us out of here.'
CJ telekinesiclly pushed off the one crate and floated above it, just as one of the bulkheads gave way and a torrent of water came rushing in. She concentrated and her pistols floated up to her hands as well. She was shown how to access the psychic plane and teleport, but it require intense concentration and her head was splitting. She again shook her head to try and clear it, then she felt a hand grasp her ankle. She looked down into the angry face of Jimmy the Noose.
"Get me out of here hero," he said to her, grabbing her other leg, around the calf, "it’s what you do. You can’t leave me here to die." A bit of desperation creeping into his otherwise menacing voice, his eyes widening with fear.
CJ looked down at him, things flew through his mind’s eye. His childhood, beaten by his abusive father, ignored by his mother. School, his lack of hair making him a target of bullies, until he started fighting back. His becoming a "made man" and getting his first dose of Superdyne, and his most recent bit of stepping on board the cargo ship, his contact in Port Oakes, a Angelo Vendetti.
"That’s what I needed," CJ says in a cold distant voice, "Goodbye Jimmy."
The gun was placed against his head and after one pull of the trigger, Jimmy’s body fell away. CJ looked at him coolly for a moment, then her face changed, a look of shook, horror overcame her. She held the image of him falling into the water, which was getting increasingly closer. She knew that if she didn’t teleport soon, she would share his watery grave. Her brow furrowed in concentration for a moment, then disappeared in a moment. A moment later CJ was standing on a dock in Independence Port, the driving rain quickly soaking her to the bone, but the shiver had nothing to do with the cold.
((Hope people enjoy. That was a tough one, and it took me a moment to try and come up with a story to fit this prompt. Thanks again for the challenge.))
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((Awesome story Bayani, I enjoyed it very much. The beastie seemed really chilling.))
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((And this one, again awake Seer Taboo, just remembering. And I will do no more old ones, I promise.))
Quote:What is your Characters most vivid or earliest memory?
The woman known as Seer Taboo stood inside the crowded bar, her discipline made it a simple task to keep the various stray thoughts as a simple background buzz. People had no idea that their thoughts leaked so much, a simple push was all that was needed and she would hear everything. Deep dark secrets? Of course not, no one who really had anything to hide dwelled on it much. That was the rule, but of course there were exceptions. Still Courtney had been a Seer long enough to know the difference. She couldn't help remembering her time as Praetor Tilman's little Mother of Mercy Psychiatric Hospital. It happened to her a little after she started at the Praetorian University. Courtney had never shown any unique abilities for which she was grateful. She didn't really want to be part of Powers Division, or worse, one of those new Seers. No, a nice normal education and some job at the Ministry of Science or perhaps even Information would suit her just fine.
That was not her destiny however. She shuddered at the memories that still lived inside her.
The red haired woman crouched in the corner of the sterile room, her blue eyes darted about seeking escape where there was none. The men had been there already, they had used the needles again, and again she felt strange. Fire burned in her veins but it did nothing to quiet the voices in her head. They whispered to her always, told her things she shouldn't know. Then there was that other voice, the one that talked directly to her. She squeezed her eyes shut and in the darkness there is was again, it spoke to her.
Do not fear me Courtney, I am you. said the soothing female voice in her head.
No, no, no, no, no, no. Courtney said out loud, Stop it, stop talking to me.
Calm down Courtney, the soothing voice says, I am the spirit from beyond the veil. I have protected the spirit of the Hecate as each incarnation inherited the power. The spirit of Hecate travels across the different dimensions and each time chooses one from the line of power.
SHUT UP! Courtney screams. It didn't make any sense.
By my dear I have yet to say anything. says a calm female voice from outside her head.
Courtney's eyes open slowly as she stares up at the woman standing over her. She is stunningly beautiful, with...is that purple hair? Yes, and brown eyes that seem to bore into Courtney. She is dressed in thigh high boots and a very provocative outfit. She has a smile on her face, but her eyes, which Courtney cannot seem to stop staring into holds something else, a...hunger. She walked into the room and around the bed without Courtney ever knowing.
Do you know who I am? she asks in her own silky voice, Courtney?
P-p-praetor T-tilman. she answers meekly.
Formally yes, that is my name. she says, keeping her voice soft, controlled, even. But, I am hopeful that soon you will refer to me as Mother.
M-mother? I don't understand.
Praetor Tilman smiles a little wider, but the hunger is still in her eyes. She turns a looks over her shoulder, beyond her is a man dressed in white scrubs, he looks back obediently.
Michael, get doctor Lewis, Praetor Tilman says still with her voice calm.
The orderly nods and turns to leave.
Oh and Michael, I don't like finding my daughters on the floor, its not sanitary. she says, and edge creeping into her voice. The beds have restraints for a reason. I trust I will not come in here and find her this way again?
Michael's face drains of color, and he nods vigorously, Yes ma'am...I-I mean no ma'am. I-I-I mean, I'll take care of it ma'am.
Good Michael, she says a cold edge of steel now in her voice, because I will not have this conversation with you again.
The orderly all but runs from the room as Praetor Tillman walked over and bent to help Courtney to her feet. The skinny young red head batted at her hands and pulled her knees up to her chin and wrapped her arms around them.
Leave me alone. Courtney spat out.
Shalice Tilman stood up and looked down on the young woman, her eyes held no sympathy for her. Six months in the Facility had taken its toll on young woman. But, Tilman didn't really care so much for her Seer's bodies, but their minds. Still, it would not do to have her look in this state.
I am only trying to help you. Perhaps I shall come by later, once the doctors have given you some more medication.
No, please no more drugs, Courtney says is a weak voice, Please Pr....ummm Mother. I'll be good. I promise.
Very well dear child, Tilman said and reaches down with her hand, Courtney's trembling one is soon in it and the vivacious Praetor soon has Courtney standing. She then takes her over to the bed as Doctor Lewis comes in.
Doctor, again Shalice Tilman's voice is calm, silky, seductive.Miss Williams here doesn't look like she is getting enough to eat, and her progression is not at all up to the others.
She fixes the doctor with a hard stare.
What are we going to do about this?
Accelerate her treatments ma'am, he said, struggling to keep his own voice calm. Also, I will see to it that she gets nutrients, even if we have to feed them to her intravenously.
Praetor Shalice Tilman turns back to Courtney, staring at her calmly.
Soon my daughter, Tilman said in a husky voice, her manner soft, caring. You will join your sisters in service to Praetoria. Once we have your powers under control that is.
I-I don't have any powers Courtney said, her voice pleading for someone to listen to her, I keep telling everyone I don't have powers. I'm just a girl in college, please Praetor Tilman, Mother. Please let me go home.
But dear daughter you do have powers, Shalice Tilman says, You're a psychic, and a dangerous one at that. Why, if we didn't find you when we did, you might've hurt someone. Friends, family, strangers and we can't have that now can we?
I'm not, I'm not a danger to anyone, Courtney whimpers, Please, let me go back to my family. I just hear things people think. Please, let me go home.
We can't let you go home sweetie, Shalice Tilman says, her voice silky sweet, but her brown eyes burned into Courtney's azure ones. We can either help you to serve Praetoria or...
...we can have you put to death. she finishes in a harsh voice. The choice is yours dear.
Courtney's blue eyes were wide, her bottom lip trembled. She looked on the verge of crying, but somehow she sensed that would not help.
I-I-I'll serve Mother. was all she said.
Praetor Tilman smiled and nodded at the young woman.
A wise choice my daughter, she says again in her calm, sweet voice. Soon you will share your mind with your sisters, and of course me.
As Preator Tilman stepped aside as several lab techs came into the room, carrying various needles. Courtney whimpered, she looked towards Praetor Tilman, but the purple haired woman was exiting the room. Young Courtney had just began to scream, as the door started to slide shut, the last thing she heard Shalic Tilman say was.
Soon my darling daughter.
Seer Taboo shook again slightly. That was her worse day there, she had actually trusted that Praetor Tilman would get her out of there, and take her someplace safe. What a joke, that torture chamber disguised as a hospital was all Tilman's doing. Someday, Courtney promised herself, Tilman would answer for her crimes. And if destiny was kind, it would be her that delivered the final judgment. -
((Okay I know these are old RP Prompts, but I am working on the personality of this character and these help a lot. So, well I thought I would share.))
Quote:What are the simple things in life which your character enjoys?
Courtney's blue eyes opened slowly, the room was aglow in the dim light of the day. The curtains had been drawn across it to accommodate her light sensitive eyes. She started to roll over and realized that Renato was still asleep beside her. It took her a moment to remember it was Sunday, and he didn't go into the office on Sundays. She smiled as she looked at his sleeping form, and almost bend over to kiss his cheek, but stopped herself. She'd let him sleep longer, after all he deserved it. Instead she tossed by the covers and walked over to the closet to get something to wear. She looked over Renato's dress shirts and picked out a nice blue one. It hung to her mid thighs. She took a moment to look herself over in the mirror, and it passed the decency test. She padded barefoot to the bathroom, taking time to telekineticly grab her sunglasses off of the beside table, so when she closed the door and turned on the light, it didn't blind her. She ran a brush through the tangle of red hair, humming softly to herself.
She slipped quietly out of the room and walked into the living room. Renato had put in a stereo for her to listen too, she went over to the rack of CDs and looked over the selection. She choose one that had some music on it she had some to enjoy. She made sure to keep the music low so as not to wake Ren. Courtney then started to gather up her discarded clothes from the night before, smiling to herself as she did so. When she was done she folded them and placed them on a chair and stood for a moment, chewing her bottom lip.
So what now CJ? she asked herself. The looked over to the kitchen.Why not?
She walked barefoot onto the cool linoleum floor, and started to gather things she would need to make breakfast. She spent some time with her head in the refrigerator, gathering eggs, some ham and bread. She whistled in time to the music playing from the CD player as she marshaled her resources for preparing breakfast. It took her some time to locate the skillet, and utensils necessary for making eggs, ham and toast. She turned the dial on the burner and flames kicked up, which cause her to start a bit.
Gas stove, hmmm. she said frowning slightly.
She then shrugged, 'No matter, this should be easy.' she thought to herself.
Renato Angeles woke up and turned towards the other side of the bed, he was surprised to find it empty. He got up, rubbing sleep out of his eyes and pulling on a pair of comfortable sweat pants, he smiled as he heard the faint sounds of music through the closed bedroom door. He was two steps towards the bathroom when he heard the a shrill beeping started up follow almost immediately by Courtney's voice.
REN! she yelled, OH MY GOD REN! HELP!
He dashed out of the bedroom, looked towards the living room and saw thick curls of smoke coming from the direction of the kitchen. He dashed through the living room, and into the kitchen in few heartbeats, the shrill beeping of the smoke detector announcing the fact that it was working with each step. He quickly grabbed up the fire extinguisher, glancing at Courtney who was using a towel to try and beat the flames down. Two quick bursts brought the flames under control, and a third put the fire out. Renato took a moment to survey the ruined skillet, the utensils near it, but mostly to make sure the fire was out. He then turned to the red head next to him, her tresses were slightly tangled, she had a smudge of black on the tip of her nose and was breathing heavy.
Courtney are you alright? he asked, concern showing on his face.
Her sunglasses' covered eyes turned to him, she held the towel which was shinged and black with soot. She nodded slowly.
I-I think so, she said in a small quiet voice. It was then she surveyed the ruined skillet and half melted spatula and hung her head, Oh my god Ren I am so, so sorry.
He gathered her up in his strong arms, kissing the top of her head.
Courtney its okay, he said, As long as you're not hurt.
She took a moment to look over the counter, the bread which had been opened was covered in white as was package of ham. White powdery foam covered the counter top, stove, and part of the floor.
Looks like we're eating out Ren. she said in a conversational tone.
He nodded and smiled at her, That's alright, I know this really nice bagel shop.
The two of them took a moment, looked over the riun that was the kitchen, then at each other and laughed.
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((Wow, that was very well done. I cannot even hope to copy that style of writing, so I will not embarrass myself by trying.However, creepy I think I can do. After all, tis the season. Also, I love Halloween as well, also my favorite time of the year.))
Quote:Your character is faced with a new sort of Boogie Man, a new and unknown enemy. What is it and what does your character do?
The doors opened slowly, creaking on hinges long unused. The glass pain along its upper part was shattered, glass crunched underneath her sneakers. The once sterile walls were gray, some smears of rusty brown, the color of dried blood. She stepped over the broken remains of a wheelchair, a tangled mess of metal and cloth. An overturned cart of molding towels stretched across the floor, the flickering light from above gave testament tot he fact that the abandon facility had power.
The red head stopped and took off her sunglasses, the lighting in the hallway was so scarce it barely effected her light sensitive eyes. She jumped at the flash of lightning and the following clap of thunder.
“Get a hold of yourself CJ” she murmured. “You're jumping at shadows.”
The red head was dressed casually, faded jeans, a baseball shirt of some team she'd never heard of and her ever present sunglasses. Not exactly what one should wear when exploring an abandon hospital, let alone this abandon hospital.
She stopped, her head cocked at an angel, why was she hear?
Another clap of thunder cauased her to bump into a door that fell off its hinges into one of the rooms. She peered inside and saw what appeared to have once been an operating table. It was covered by a faded white sheet, with the rusty brown stain of dried blood, and an overpowering smell of decay. She felt drawn to the table, a trembling hand reaching for the stained sheet.
A low throaty growl echoed in the stained walls of the abandon hospital. The red head jumped away from the sheet a yelp of surprise escaped her throat. She spun around looking for the source of the sound, her heart hammering away in her chest, her breath coming in short gasps. She stepped towards the door, a soft thudding sound, steady was just outside the door. Another crash of thunder stopped her cold in her tracks.
Unseen by her the sheet behind her started to rise off of the table, a gnarled clawed limb reached up and slowly pulled the sheet from before its mangled visage. The young red head had reached the doorway, she looked out into the hospital corridor and saw at the end an open window, the wind from the storm was blowing a open door against its partially broken jam. She slowed her breathing and calmed her mind. Then she glanced at the ground, and saw an large shadow eclipsing her own diminutive one.
Her bottom lip began to quiver, as her eyes widen in fear and she slowly turned her head to see a huge figure behind her. Its lump like flesh was covered in tubes and wires, its left eye was larger then its fight, the sapphire blue of them burning into the terrified woman before her. It had a mop of red greasy hair atop its head and hands that ended in sharp claws. It was dressed in a white torn jump suit, with red strips, the color of dried blood. Its mouth was filled with razor sharp teeth. The young woman realized in the last terrible second it was her own twisted visage that stared back at her, she noticed the bands of the ghouls on its neck, wrists and ankles as it lunged at her.
A scream of pure terror tore from her throat.
A hand shook her awake, a concerned man's face stared down at her, she lay in bed next to him. Her body was covered in sweat, she was shaking, and her breathing was labored It was dark in the room, the crescent moon visible outside of the window.
“Courtney?” he said in a voice filled with worry.
“R-Ren..” she answered a little shakily and grabbed him in a fierce hug.
Could there really be a Ghoul of her out there somewhere? She shook again just thinking about it.
((Okay figured I go the nightmare route, and honestly aren't we all a little monster inside?
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((Apologies, I am new to this DM.
Won't happen again I promise. ))
Lady Praetoria stood for a moment in indecision. One sweep of her Kinetics could clear this rooftop, but that would send these Resistance fighters over the edge of the building to their deaths. Even if it was something they richly deserved, she might take out Inevitable Fist as well, whom she hadn't seen until now. And there was Precinct Five to worry about, and the innocents below as well. The reptile was right about one thing, she wasn't really that good at tactics. She was more of a find enemy, pound enemy, and look good doing it, kind of girl. And the Dragon man looked impressive, cause when it came down to it, Riley was just a human, in armor with some martial arts training, her kinetic enhancers to let her use that against her opponents and her jet boots, which allowed her to fly.
Cole curse you, she snarled at him. She took a moment, used her kinetic enhancers to let her sweep several of the Resistance fighters off their feet without sending them over the edge. Hoping that would give Inevitable Fist a good opening, her jet boots kicked on and she soared off of the rooftop. She keyed her communications unit as she did so.
This is Lady Praeotoria of Powers Division to Dispatch, she said as she flew over the heads of the crowd. We have an Priority alert for Precinct Five, repeat a Priority alert. Destroyers inbound to Precinct Five, all personal be advised that Resistance are using Destroyers to attack Precinct Five. Get ready people its about to hit the fan.
Lady Praetoria hovered above the crowd, glancing down she saw Pop Roxxy, holding off several Resistance fighters on her own, and it looked like more were on their way. She dove down into the fray, her kinetic humming as they charged up.
She flew into the Resistance fighters like a black and gold missile. Several hit the ground as she knocked the over. She got her feet under her and started to use her kinetically enhanced melee to good effect. One Resistance fighter after another hit the pavement, some stirring, others out for the count. This is where Lady Praetoria shined. The more that gathered around her, the harder she fought. She was keeping at least a half dozen busy, and more seemed eager to try and lay the heroine low. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of Kimberly Anderson, action reporter for TPN news, and her camera man and smiled. -
Quote:Lady Praetoria blinked in surprise. Did this inhuman thing just call her a monster? She landed on the rooftop to confront her attackers, and hopefully try and contain the bloodshed.
"Traitors indeed." the azure-blue Dragon responded to her, "Your lies will not save you this time, Powers Division. Tonight, the people see you for who you truly are."
He moved an arm in the direction of the Dreadnaught, pointing down at the machine with deft accusation, "Monsters. Every last one of you. Deny it all you like. It matters not. The people have eyes, and they can see it is not us taking lives tonight. It is you."
"There was to be no blood." he fixed Lady Praetoria with a stern glare, "But well enough. We can respond in kind. As punishment for the lives you and your fellow PPD have taken, the Destroyers will tear Precinct Five out from underneath you and kill every last one of you inside..."
We're the monsters? she said in a defiant tone, Yet you just admitted to working with the Destroyers. A gang of drugged out people whose only joy is causing wanton destruction.
One of the Resistance fighters took the opportunity to rush at her, his gun held high to strike her across the face. She went into a defensive crouch and gathered the kinetic energies around her, and blasted him, once, twice and on the third one he fell to the ground unconsciousness.
You talk of Liberty and Freedom she said as the other Resistance warrior started shooting, she ducked under the fire and rushed the woman, again using her Kinetic enhancers on her arms, to generate fields of kinetic energy against her foes, Lady Praetoria downed the woman. And offer only blood and death. This riot's a classic example of Resistance tactics, using innocent civilians to do their dirty work. And then have the nerve to point fingers at us when we try to bring a peaceful end to it.
Lady Praetoria charged the kinetic enhancers in her armor again. She wasn't sure what the creature in front of her was capable of, but she suspected it was quite a bit. She took a brief moment to make sure her TPN feed was still going strong. This debat would be played out over and over by Kimberly when she made her report from TPN. Lady Praetoria had to make a good impression. But, the five foot eight, blonde haired blue eyed heroine was marketed to be as appealing as possible. Even in her modified PPD armor, and jet boots, her black clad form was enticing. She was winner of Powers Division best looking operatives 2 years running. Standing across from, for all intents and purposes, a huge dragon man, most citizens would find her more trustworthy by a margin of 12-1.
Now, for the good of the Empire, she said, her tone calm, in control, for Cole's sake, stop this madness. Call off your troops at least until the civilians get out of the area, please -
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"Fire." was all he said, quiet and calmly. But that was all it took. Resistance fighters tended to be unhealthily trigger-happy. Energy fire erupted on Lady Praetoria, she had a brief moment of panic then used her boot jets to rise higher into the sky, she had to make sure that none of the weapons accidentally hit an innocent.Quote:
And they opened up on the heroine...
Damn these Resistance scum bags, she thought to herself, cant they see all the innocents here?
But, of course they didnt care, they had a Powers Division member in their sights.
Then the first of the blasts hit. Most of the force of the energy discharge was displaced by her modified PPD armor .
most of it. She flew backwards and slammed hard into one of the walls that bordered the Magistrums central shield. Stars swam in her vision, but the onslaught didnt let up. She looked through her visor to see people running in every direction and the PPD unable to stem the tide, and worse, the Resistance fighters were now shooting down at her. Lady Praetoria focused her thoughts and again took off towards the sky. She swept around the north side of the building, away for the crowd and flew up on the far side. The Resistance, having lost sight of her for a moment waited for her to come back into the gun sites. Lady Praetoria looked at the giant Clockwork knowing it had to be dealt with as well, and looking towards Pop Roxxy hoping the heroine was up to the challenge. Lady Praetoria flew up for the rear of the crowd of Resistance fighters on the rooftop. She used a kinetic sweep to clear at least four of them off the roof, leaving the azure dragon looking man and a couple of Resistance still standing.
"Riptide! Talon! Someone, stop that Clockwork monster! It is not, I repeat NOT under Powers Division control!" the last Lady Praetoria added for the benefit of those watching the riot from her live TPN feed. She landed on the rooftop and still trying to clear the cobwebs from her head, stared down those remaining on the rooftop.
"Your move traitors." She said calmly.
However, her insides were tied in knots. She wasnt sure if she could take them, but shed sell her life dearly.
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"Right." the man cleared his throat, remaining out of view from below as he shouted down with all his might, "Traitorous scum! We'll show you what happens when you go against Emperor Cole!"
Practically at the same time that last word fell, the officer's gauntlet took over the declaration, supporting it with blasts into the crowd, directed seemingly at random. They weren't of course, but it would've taken the eye of a truly expert marksman to discern that the blasts were targeted to intimidate, not to harm. To anyone else, it appeared as a truly vicious assault.
Lady Praetoria's head snapped up at the first sound of pulse fire and she moved to protect anyone threatened. She took note that no one seemed to be in immedate danger, then she heard and saw the.....dragon on the rooftop.
Quote:"People of Praetoria!" Arek bellowed down from the rooftop, now in full view as the supposed savior that had pushed the madly firing officer over the edge just in the nick of time, "Be not afraid, for you are not here alone! Take back your liberty! Your freedom! Your independence! We stand with you, and together we stand strong! Together, we will prevail! Together, we cannot be denied...!"
Lady Praetoria activated her jet boots and climbed into the sky above the crowd, looking at the monster surrounded by Resistance fighters. As always the Resistance talked of “liberty” and “freedom” at the point of a fully charged energy weapon. She saw the officer's “attack” for the deception it was. One PPD officer on a rooftop full of Resistance and he fired into the crowd? Yeah right.
“Citizens of Praetoria, please disperse in an orderly fashion.” came Lady Praetoria's calm clear voice amplified over various speakers around the area, thanks to Kimberly's TPN tap into all the electronics in the area. “There are families here. Women and children.” The pair that Lady Praetoria has just rescued waved and shouted to draw attention to themselves, in addition Kris, the cameraman focused on their panic faces. “Let us deal with these traitorous scum who call for liberty at the point of energy weapons and blades.”
She held back, awaiting the Resistance to make the first move. She knew she wouldn't be disappointed, when it came down to it, for all their bravado and talk of independence, they were thugs no better then the Destroyers or Syndicate.
“They want what they call Freedom? But they want you to bleed for it.” Lady Praetoria spoke her impassioned plea to the crowd. “Do they also promise to stop the Devouring Earth? Do they plan on maintaining fresh water? Or keeping the sonic fences up? Ask yourselves this. Are you willing to pay for this “freedom” they are offering with the blood of innocents?”
Lady Praetoria fixed the Dragon man with a steely gaze. The blonde heroine of the people, the Daughter of Praetoria against an azure monster. And all the while, the cameras of TPN rolled. -
There was this Champions book (the PnP RPG) that came out several years ago, called Strikeforce, that categorized different types of role players in the game. I have a love for tragedy, which shows in my heroes (to be fair its prevalent in the source material as well
). Following that guide, I submit that most of my characters are tragedian/romantics. I love the overcoming some tragedy in their backgrounds, and well romantic was someone who likes relationships. These do not have to always be romantic ones, but friendships as well.
Taboo, captured by CoT, which caused her latent magical abilities to come forth.
Icicle, underwent the typical mutant hysteria and have pure white skin.
Ms America, father died and inspired her to become a symbol (a little cross between Batman and Cap America)
Death Shrieker, villain, murder victim who came back as a spirit of vengance.
Seer Taboo, Praetorian counterpart to my main. She was tortured by Praetor Tilman and forced into the Seer program.
Lady Praetoria, Praetorian counterpart to Ms America, also lost her father but was duped into being a symbol of the regime.
Its funny I didn't really see the pattern at first myself, but a good friend pointed it out for me.
Taboo, Seer Taboo and Death Shrieker can all be found of VitrueVerse as well. -
Lady Praetroia soared above the crowd assembled below her. She heard the angry shouts and saw the signs declaring this or that injustice. Her PPD visor kept a steady stream of data on its heads up display. Lady Praetoria was looking for one thing, the catalyst behind this riot.
Citizens came her amplified voice from dozens of speakers, as she used her TPN uplink to access them, Please stop all aggression and leave the area in an orderly fashion!
Several people turned their attention skyway to see the black and gold clad form of Lady Praetoria, her cape, a large golden eagle, flowing out behind her, her jet boots keeping her aloft. A single bottle flew up from the crowd and broke against her golden armored breastplate. Riley looked down into the crowd and saw a little girl in a sky blue dress, perhaps 8 or 9 years old, clutching a Lady Praetoria doll in her hands. She let out a scream, pulled free of her frantic mother's hand and pushed the man who had thrown the bottle. He snarled at her and turned to push her away. At that moment, Riley saw underneath his long coat was a Resistance energy pistol.
Resistance, Lady Praetoria said to herself, figures. her lips thinned, and she dove into the crowd.
That Goldielocks ain't no shiny star for you to worship blueberry. The Resistance soldier said as he pushed the little girl to the ground. Then suddenly, standing over her was Lady Praetoria, her kinetic amplifier already charging up as she moved her hands in a pattern her father had taught her what seemed like a lifetime ago. The impact knocked the Resistance fighter to the pavement.
Pick on someone your own size. Lady Praetoria spat angrily at the fallen Resistance fighter.
Several of those nearby cheered, even some of the ones carrying signs. Two Resistance fighters who were not so disguised at their companion rushed the blonde heroine. Lady Praetoria pulled back away from the crowd to make sure no innocents would be harmed by them.
You're about to get slammed badger. One of the growled at her.
Mish mash time, sweetiekins, and I don't mean tea and cookies style. the other Resistance fighter, a woman, said.
Lady Praetoria stood her ground resolutely, her eyes narrowed in anger. She met the the two head on, letting one of the blasters be taken on her chest, the armor defusing most of the energy, while her kinetic amplified blow took the other Resistance fighter on the chin, knocking out one or two teeth as he feel to the ground. Lady Praetoria gasped for breath, as she turned to the remaining fighter. The woman grinned at Lady Praetoria and tried to turn to run into the crowd, however the woman who's daughter stood behind her tripped the fleeing Resistance warrior and she fell hard to the unforgiving pavement. Lady Praetoria smiled her thanks at the woman and used a couple of quick blows to finish off the prone Resistance warrior.
Lady Praetoria turned to see the woman scoop her daughter up into her arms, hugging the child protectively. She walked over to the two of them stopping to bend over and pick up the doll in her likeness. She handed the doll to the awestruck child and smiled at her.
Keep an eye on that precious treasure ma'am. Lady Praetoria, and added with a wink to the mother And thank you for your help Miss. I couldn't have stopped them without you.
Lady Praetoria got an answering smile in return and tosseled the hair of the little girl as she looked at her mom with a look of awe and pride.
Now, please both of you get to safety. I don't want anything to happen to my fans. She said as she tossed a Lady Praetoria pin to the little girl who gasped in joy.
All of it was of course caught live by TPN and reported Kimberly Anderson, Lady Praetoria's personal reporter, with her camera man Kris. All around Praetroia citizens got a chance to see the favored daughter of Praetoria save innocent lives and stop the cruel Resistance. -
((Again, I loved the story Lady C, such a vivid image you paint with words. So, this is my Seer version of my main, whom has surprisingly gotten a lot of RP time recently. So, I am inspired to write about her.))
Quote:Your character has lost consciousness, what happens to them while they are left senseless and what do they dream about?
Courtney. came the soft feminine voice, Courtney, dear wake up.
Courtney's eyes fluttered open and she focused her blurred vision on the woman standing over her. She was buxom, dressed in form fitting black and purple, with flowing purple hair.
'Purple?' Courtney thought to herself.
Courtney tried to sit up, but found that she was in a hospital bed, she was lying underneath white sheets, and the bed had thick leather straps, but they hung at the side. She could smell the sterile air, mixed with drugs and other less pleasant aromas of the hospital all about her.
M-Mother? she asked, her voice heavy with sleep still, Can't I sleep a little longer?
'My mother doesn't have purple hair.' Courtney thoughts swam in a confused haze, 'Its red like mine.'
Don't be silly dear child, replied the silky voice of Shalice Tilman, Its time for your medicine.
Courtney's blood ran cold, and she started to shake. Why was her mother making her do this? Didn't she love her daughter?
N-No more medicine, she said weakly, finding it hard to sit up, the white sheets tangled her limbs. Please mother, I'll be a good girl, I promise.
Courtney shrank away as the woman known as Praetor Tilman, as well as Mother, placed her cool pale hand on her forehead, she felt the mental probe and gritted her teeth so she wouldn't cry out. Touch, as any psychic knows, intensifies the connection. Courtney could feel the tendrils of energy flowing into her mind, feeding on the psychic energy there. She wanted to scream, to tear Shalice Tilman's hand away, but instead she closed her eyes, and kept her mouth shut. Her fingernails dug into her hands, her left hand started to bleed.
There, there dear child, Praetor Tilman said, Don't worry, soon you will be with your sisters. One big happy family, all working to keep Praetoria safe. You and your sisters will stop bad things before they happen, isn't that nice Courtney?
Courtney didn't trust herself to speak without screaming, so she just nodded her head. Then the feeding was done, as that is what Courtney had come to thing of it as.
Call me CJ, Courtney said to Praetor Tilman, and added, Mother.
Now that isn't a proper name for a young lady, Shalice Tilman said in her sweet voice.
That isn't a proper name for a young lady. said the smiling red haired older woman standing above a small eight year old Courtney. I don't mind that your little friends call you CJ, but I named you Courtney after your grandmother.
Eight year old Courtney stared up at the kind face of her real mother. Red hair cascaded around her face to fall freely at her shoulders, she had bright thoughtful green eyes, and a wide sincere smile. The sun shown through a window behind her, trees visible beyond the window. Courtney could hear birds singing. The house was set on the outskirts of the town of Bangor, in Maine. The Devouring Earth were threatening the town, and many were scrambling to protect it. None of that matter to young Courtney.
The sterile smell of the hospital broke her memories. But, it was like she was there, safe with her mother, her real one. The one who didn't try and steal her psychic energy. She was in the bed, harsh artificial light glared down on her from the florescent bulbs overhead. No windows were in this particular hospital room deep within the Mother of Mercy Psychiatric Hospital. She was dressed in a hospital gown, and held down to the bed by thick leather straps. Her gown was damp with sweat, and she felt the drugs coursing through her body. She shook with fright, and prayed that Shalic Tilman would not come today. Then the door opened and a man in a white lab coat entered, he wore a surgaical mask, so Courtney couldn't see his face. He held in his hand a large syringe, the tip of the needle dripped a clear liquid. Courtney struggled in her bonds, whimpering as she had learned long ago, pleas went unheeded.
A strong hand shook her shoulder again, the strong smell of something was in her nostrils. She shot up to a sitting position screaming No! Please no more!
Renato Angeles looked down at Courtney, dressed in her Seer Taboo costume, the scanner visor at her side, but the dim lighting of the Paragon City sewers didn't hurt her eyes overly much. Concern was clearly etched on his handsome face. CJ never thought she would be so relieved to smell a sewer in her life. She reached out and hugged Renato fiercely, burying her head in his strong shoulders.
"A dream," she muttered to herslf, "nothing but a dream."
She could hear the rushing water in the distance, feel the rough concrete she was lying on. Memories of the fight with the gang called the Freakshow came flooding into her mind. She'd been hit with a eletrical blast that surrounded her and held her fast, then despite the fact she was still able to try and stop them with some of her mental abilities, they had overwhelmed her. She wasn't back in the Mother of Mercy Psychiatric Hospital, she wasn't in Praetoria, she was here, beneath the City of Paragon, fighting for her life against cyberneticly enhanced teenagers, and at this moment she couldn't be happier.
((Once again a challenge, and a good one. Thanks again for taking the time to not only post these prompts, but to write something to inspire us as well.))
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Riley Ann Sterling slipped on her golden armored glove and strode towards the doorway of her suite that she maintained in Imperial City, clad in her black and golden armored suit. Known by the name Lady Praetoria, daughter of Praetoria, Riley was a symbol of the dedication and loyalty of Emperor Cole and his regime. She followed in the footsteps of her father Major Lance Sterling, a member of Powers Division that had fallen in battle, and Riley's personal hero. She had trained, and trained to fill her father's shoes and when the Deputy Assistant at the Ministry of Information heard Riley's story, he knew that the two of them would work well together. He had the connections and Riley had the drive. In a few short months, after the PPD armor, the kinetics enhancement unit and her rocket boots, Lady Praetoria was finally realized, a shining example of hope for the people of Praetoria.
Lady Praetoria keyed her communications unit and spoke to the PPD dispatch, the unit of course had a feed directly to TPN as well, so they would know that Lady Praetoria was on the job.
This is Lady Praetoria responding to Powers Division alert. she said as she stepped onto her balcony and activated her powerful Jet boots, and headed across the small stretch of river that seperatated Nova Praetria from Imperial City. I am inbound over People's Park, crossing the river right now. I need an update.
Looks like some of Powers Division are gathering at the Magistrum Lady Praetoria. came the crisp reply, there was no love loss between the PPD and Powers Division, but a crisis was not the time for rivalries.
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Once again Lady C your stories are well written, full of rich detail and are wonderfully worded. And yes they are inspiring. I promised myself I would make sure I posted something on each of them once I started. I give a tip of the hat to you, as you have made this quite a challenge.
This one was by far the hardest, so here goes.
Quote:Your character comes to a fork in the road, one road shows a tree lined sunny trail, the other a dark and gloomy solitary expanse of gravel. Which one would your character take, and what does he or she find there?
Courtney Jane Williams sat up out of bed, the scream already starting to die in her throat. The sheets were wrapped tightly around her sweating body, her red hair was plastered against her face as he wide eyes took in unfamiliar surroundings. It took her a few moments to calm her breathing and realize where she was. A small room, a bedroom. She hadn't slept in a bedroom since college. Dark silhouettes surrounded her, a chair, a dresser, the open doorway of her small bathroom. The darkness of the room was oddly soothing and comforting. Her eyes were extremely sensitive to light, thanks to be covered for the better part of eight years.
She wasn't the Courtney Williams of Primal Earth of course, the Sorceress known as Taboo,. The Longbow liaison officer was kind enough to provide her with information on her twin. She used to be Seer 1138, now she was Seer Taboo, uncanny how the both of them had chosen the same name. Eire to be honest.
Courtney looked over at the bright LED on her bedside clock. It showed 3:21AM in bright green. She sighed and got out of bed, tossing on a very large t-shirt that had LONGBOW GYM XXL on the front. It clung to her slightly as her body was still covered in sweat, although it was drying quickly in the cool air of the apartment. She padded barefoot over to the small desk and looked down at her phone.
'He's fast asleep CJ.' she thought to herself, 'You know he is.'
The red head turned and looked over her bedroom. Her apartment included 2 other rooms and a small kitchenette, which Courtney had so far only managed to burn the last meal she attempted to prepare in it. To her it was a palace compared to living inside a tube surrounded by neutriant fluid with tubes in her and her mind watching the city.
She wasn't sure if she'd be able to get back to sleep, more over did she really want to?
So, she grabbed her sunglasses off of her nightstand and walked out into her apartment. She turned on a light by telekineticlly flipping the switch, and blinked back tears as she put on her sunglasses. Her eyes were extremely sensitive to light, and the glasses were designed by some scientists that were on Longbow's payroll.
Flopping down on her couch she turned on the television and started flipping through channels. Sighing to herself. She looked at her dark apartment, the prospect of staying in this lonely dark place held no appeal to her. Once again, she glanced at the phone. That way was far more attractive. Renato had told her to call anytime, she was fairly certain he didn't mean 3:30 in the morning. So Courtney sat in the room, watching snippets of shows until sleep once again overtook her.
That's the best I got. A small metaphorical crossroads, to call or not to call.
I hope to do better on the next one.
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Sorry, I love these RP prompts, I really do. But, I am having trouble wrapping my head around this one.
Are these actual paths? Or metaphorical ones?
I will try and get something added, but work has been busy, so it might be in a day or two.
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Yay its Wednesday! Time for a new RP Prompt. Okay, I've been trying to develop one of my new characters, but for this one, I am going to do it as my main Taboo (yes I do love the fact I have that name. ) I know her personality pretty good and I think I can answer this one.
Once again Lady C, your story was touching and inspiring. Very well done.
What is your characters most cherished wish?
Courtney Williams better know to the mystical community of Paragon City as the Sorceress Taboo stood outside the door to Paragon University. In her several year career as Taboo in the city she's faced Circle of Thorn cultists and demons, Tsoo sorcerers, the vile creations of the Banished Pantheon, Carnival of Shadows and a dozen other world and in some cases, dimensional spanning threats. None of those numerous forces of darkness had scared Taboo quite as much as standing before these doors did. A cool afternoon breeze caressed the red head as her azure eyes took in the doorway like it was a portal to the nether realm.
It had taken Courtney the better part of 8 years, between combating the city's various villains working on her own arcane projects and consulting with the M.A.G.I. offices, to complete her phd in both literature and history, and get her doctorate in archeology. She had a passion for the subjects, and she had been determined to complete her education despite all the problems life seemed to throw her way.
Courtney took a deep breath and pushed open the doors, the students passing by, other Professors, and school adminastrators pass by, each heading to a class or office. Courtney immediately made her way to the ladies room.
One barrier crossed. she murmured to herself as she went in and looked herself over in the mirror. Conservative look in place, a nice white blazer, black shirt and white pants, with black pumps completed her look. Her red hair was neatly styled and her glasses gave her a pragmatic look she thought. She took another deep breath, picked up her small book bag and made her way to the dean's office. Although she knew her criteria by heart already, protocol was protocol.
The second barrier a meeting with the dean was brief and now Courtney found herself walking down the hallway towards the classroom. Her stomach was an ever tightening knot, and she could feel the the eyes of the students in the hall on her. Being just over 30 Thirty three is just over thirty right? she thought to herself, she wasn't really too far off student age, well she liked to tell herself that anyway. The Admissions officer, Mr Lenk, walked beside her, letting her know some of her duties as well as where the class was currently. Courtney only half paid attention to him. She could read, write and speak a half dozen dead languages and as Taboo has visited a real ancient Roman city, she was fairly certain she could cover the History curriculum.
As the got to the class Mr Lenk shook her hand and wished her luck. Courtney stood at the door for what seemed like hours, but was in reality only a few moments, this was it, her chance at last to teach. A dream that took what seemed like a lifetime to achieve. A slow smile spread across her face and as she entered the classroom, wood finished walls, books arrayed in several neat bookcases and about 15 students, some sitting, some standing, all eyes turned towards her.
Good afternoon, she said pleasantly as she made her way to the large desk, My name's Professor Williams.
It took some time to really find this character's fondest dream, a simple one really, teaching. Looking forward to next week -
Okay here's my list.
- Role play, it doesn't need to be 24/7, but a strong amount of RP is very nice. I enjoy getting into character and although I suffer from severe alt-aitus I find that its more that I keep looking for good, consistent RP.. Once I start to get RP on a toon, that particular toon gets waaaay more playtime.
Active, this isn't usually a big thing of mine. But, since I play after midnight EST except for my days off, the more active the better the chance I'll get some RP in as well. I am willing to join a SG and let it develop some more activity, as long as when I am around on my days off, there are those around to RP with. I have quit a couple of SG s due to a lack of activity even on Saturday (which is one of my two days I don't work)
Lack of strict rules. Yeah playing in SG mode is cool by me, but a MUST do this TF or log into forms, etc.
Amusing enough this is slightly contradictory, but active forms. If someone is going to create forms for the SG and I do go sign up, and I post things, I like to see other postings there as well. Especially the person who created the group. In a very fledgling SG at the moment and the leader has not posted for over a week now.
I'll go with the default of no drama, I have had the misfortune to be forced to deal with it and when I did, I was gone. This is my fun time, I do customer service work for our local cable company, and my life is stressful enough. So, if it effects my game play, then I make sure it doesn't.
Thanks. - Role play, it doesn't need to be 24/7, but a strong amount of RP is very nice. I enjoy getting into character and although I suffer from severe alt-aitus I find that its more that I keep looking for good, consistent RP.. Once I start to get RP on a toon, that particular toon gets waaaay more playtime.
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Okay, this one is tougher. I honestly hadn't thought of this one before, so nice challenge.
What are the simple things in life which your character enjoys?
Riley's eyes snapped open at the sound of the small clock alarm on the beside table. For a brief moment her blue eyes looked around the unfamiliar surroundings. The open folding closet doors which showed off her small wardrobe, the kitchen/dining area/living room/bedroom surrounded her as she sat up and rubbed the small of her back. The couch that folded out into a bed was almost as comfortable as sleeping on concrete. Sunlight streamed into her small single room apartment past the dingy window, which had a lovely view of iron fire escape, the solid wall beyond, and the lovely trash strewn alley below. Riley tossed back her bed covers, she was dressed in shorts, a half t shirt, and a pair of white socks, she yawned and ran her hand through the tangle of short blonde hair atop her head.
You're not in Praetoria anymore Riley. she said to herself and padded over to the small kitchette that dominated a quarter of the small, single room.
She opened her mini fridge and started the morning forage for breakfast ritual that she had some to strangely enjoy. She reached over and turned on the small radio on the counter top and took out a pair of eggs, some prepackaged sausage paddies and the half gallon of milk. The milk made its way into a glass as Riley surveyed the couple of dishes that resided in her sink awaiting washing. She took out a pan for the sausage as well as one for the eggs. She reached atop the fridge and open up her ever diminishing loaf of bread and took out two pieces which were put into her toaster. The radio station gave its tag like of You're not super until you put on the Cape and began to play some upbeat music which Riley half danced to as she cooked her breakfast.
Shortly Riley was sitting at her small table next to the window, across from the chair that hoped one day to be filled with at least one visitor. Still Riley smiled as she ate her breakfast she herself had prepared. No clockwork cook waiting for her order, no clockwork valet waiting to lay out her Lady Praetoria uniform and no clockwork house assistant had drawn her bath, which this apartment didn't even come with, just a shower.
A little while later, after Riley had cleaned up from her breakfast and settled the dirty dishes issue, she walked over, folded her covers and folded the bed back into the couch. She now had her small living area. She went to her closet and looked over what she would wear today, a nice skirt, a blazer and shirt completed her outfit for that day. She then took off her half shirt, pulled on a sports bra and Atlas Status t shirt, pulled on a pair of sneakers and a small electronic radio that fits on her belt. It allowed her to keep listening to the morning radio on her morning run.
A short trip down two flights of stairs (the elevator being broken, again) and Riley stepped out into the morning sunshine of King's Row. The neon sign next to her small apartment was finally dark. She started her run, and as she passed people on the street she was pleased to be greeted warmly by most of them. A lady walking her dog, a man hurrying towards the tram dressed in a business suit and even a pair of teenagers on their way to school. The city here in the Row wasn't bright, the streets were not kept spotless by roaming clockwork, and the skyline was completely alien to her. But, still Riley smiled at each person, greeted them warmly and sincerely. She even stopped to help an elderly lady cross the street to a small market.
Upon returning to her small apartment, Riley trots up the 2 flights of stair into her apartment and into the bathroom. After a quick shower Riley gets dressed ready to head to the Praetorian Embassy. The life is a far cry from her former residence in Imperial City, but surprisingly Riley still wears a bright smile as she walks the short distance to the Tram.
"Perhaps today I'll get myself a cat." she thinks to herself as she enters the doors of the Tram heading towards Atlas Park.
I hope that is what you were looking for. It took some time to try and determine what Riley did like about being on Primal Earth. -
My strength: I am really pretty easy going, so most stuff really does not get to me. I tend to create, at least I hope, decent characters with interesting backgrounds and stories. I do not mind sharing the spotlight at all, it does not always have to be about me.
Weakness: Time frame, I work nights and don't get home and onto CoH until almost midnight EST. And two, which is the way more huge one, is my shyness. I am so afraid to take the plunge and say anything. I find myself quite often typing something, and then backspacing over it and instead just standing around. *sigh*
I even did it here.
You have no idea what it took me to post even.
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As always your story was amazing. A very enjoyable read. Lady Praetoria's take on Primal Earth's PPD also leaves something to be desired, as well as a completely different problem. A little background, Lady Praetoria is Praetoria's version of my level 50 MA/Shield Scrapper Ms America.
Quote:Riley squirmed on an uncomfortable chair inside a windowed office within the red brick walls of the King's Row precinct of the Paragon Police Department, or PPD, as they were commonly referred as.. She was wearing old blue jeans, a white tank top and baseball cap. Her blond hair tucked up under it, as her blue eyes took in the surrounding chaos.Someone has broken into your home, what do you do?
Outside the office three PPD officers were trying to restrain a large man dressed in black, with his face painted white to resemble a skull, to their left a woman was yelling at another officer and a plain clothes detective about her purse being stolen..again. And beyond them was a woman dressed in short lepard print dress handcuffed to a bench being interrogated by another uniformed officer, who kept mentioning the term “john”. The surroundings made her uncomfortable and again brought home the vast differences between her world and this one. Still, she lived here now.
A weary man in a dark blue shirt with a thin red tie and a shoulder holster that would be hidden if the man had on his jacket, came into the room, he sat casually on the corner of his desk near Riley. He wore dark slacks and shoes, and there were sweat stains under his arms. His brown eyes looked tired and he generally looked overworked.
“Thank you for coming down to the station Miss Sterling.” he said, and added. “I'm Detective Becktries, Officer McKinzie forwarded you initial report to me, and I'll be handling the investigation from here on out.”
“Thank you Detective,” Riley said, pleased that someone was looking into the break in of her small apartment. It wasn't much, a little less then a block from the tram, near a bright neon sign that did its best to keep her awake at night. Still, she didn't have much and couldn't really afford to lose what she had.
“Now, Miss Sterling, we have an interesting problem with your case.” he said, looking at an open manila folder in his hands. “You claim your name is Riley Ann Sterling?”
“Yes sir,” she answered but thought to herself 'Claim?'
“Well Miss,” he said slapping the folder down in front of her, “Seems we already have a Riley Ann Sterling, living in a much nicer apartment on Union Street in Steel Canyon.”
Riley looked down at her own face staring back at her. They were ID photos from the University of Paragon, and the name under them was hers.
It also listed the address as the detective had said, Union Street in Steel Canyon. It took her a moment to understand that it was her, well the Primal Earth her anyway.
“So blondie, who are you really?” Detective Becktries leaned forward a little trying to stare Riley down.
“Riley Ann Sterling,” she said calmly, “ and until very recently I was a resident of the city of Praetoria.”
“Prae..what?” he said, looking over her statement again, “Where's that Europe or something?”
“No Detective, its another dimension.” came a voice from the doorway.
At the sound both turned towards the doorway and saw the distinctive uniform of a Longbow agent. White with red stars and strips adorned the man who walked into the room, Detective Becktries stood up and stared at the approaching agent..
“Sergent Jacobs, Longbow.” he said by way of introduction. “This young lady's embassy contacted us as soon as they heard about the break in. I figured something like this might happen.”
Detective Becktries looked as if he might throw the file at the brightly dressed man, instead he just glared at him.
“Another dimension?!” he exclaimed. “You gotta be kidding me.”
Sergent Jacobs remained standing and calmly pulled out a folded piece of paper from a small pouch at his side. It had a PPD symbol on top.
“We sent the PPD information on possible incoming Praetorians and the PPD sent out this interdepartmental memo. I am certain you got it, but I have a copy just in case.” he said with just a hint of smugness.
The detective took a few moments to read over the memo, and then stared at Riley then the Longbow Sergent.
“So, as you can see Detective this is not a case of identity theft, this young woman is also Riley Ann Sterling, just from a different dimension.” he said pleasantly.
“Okay Miss Sterling,” Detective Becktries said, waving his hand dismissively, “you can go.”
“I can....” Riley said, then stood up herself, “What about the break in? My stuff? I just bought that dress and they ripped it to shreds, not to mention they stole my television, stereo and laptop.”
Detective Becktries turned towards the angry young woman, a smug smile on his face.
“Are you serious?” he said, “Get better locks next time lady. A pregnant squirrel could've broken into that dump with the cheap lock that was on that door. I suggest dead bolts next time.”
Riley took a couple of deep breaths to calm herself. This world was proving more barbaric each day she stayed on it. Doing the right thing was proving more difficult then she thought it would be.
“Come on Lady Praetoria,” Sergent Jacob's said, using her Praetorian identity. “We'll see if Longbow can't scare up some replacements for your stuff, and maybe a security upgrade on your place as well.”
Riley started to walk out of the office with the Sergent she turned back to see the Detective sitting back down as his desk.
“If my suite in Imperial City had been burglarized Detective, I can assure you that my PPD would've had the suspects in custody by now,” she said through clenched teeth. “I guess I expected too much from your department. I will not make the same mistake again. Good day to you sir.”
And she turned on her heel and stalked out of the small office, Sergent Jacobs chucked and followed her out of the room. -
Thanks Cyrsei, I thought yours was wonderful and yes it did inspire me. I look forward to more.
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Quote:Okay this is the first time I am posting something like this. I hope some enjoy. And I think this is an awesome idea.
What is your Characters most vivid or earliest memory?
Riley Ann Sterling stood on the boardwalk in Talos Island, she looked up at the unfamiliar sign that read “Spanky's Boardwalk” and glanced at the shops that lined the shore line. As she turned back and leaned against the railing, she looked out over the water, she couldn't help but think about her home, left far behind.
She remembers the day her father took her to see Emperor Cole's Tower, the shining clockwork kept the streets of Praetoria spotless, and the large gold shield in the middle of the Magistrium was beautiful. The unique way it reflected the surrounding buildings. The wind blew in from the nearby coast, carrying a hint of a salty smell from the open ocean. She looked up at her father, who looked so handsome in his uniform. PPD officers smile and waved as he walked by, and the citizens all seemed to look at him with a slight mixture of awe and respect. But, Lance Sterling only had eyes for his darling little girl Riley. His hair was the same golden blond as hers, but his eyes were a cool gray, and Riley had the bright sapphire orbs as her mother. Despite that she was, and always had been Daddy's little girl. They ate in the shadow of the Emperor's great statue and visited the monuments of the other Praetors that day, before he got her some chocolate from a clockwork vendor and boarded the underground tram back home.
Riley smiled into the sun, her face bathed in its light. She still wore the uniform of Lady Praetoria, the Empire's shining example of a self made hero. A sham, as she had eventually learned. But, it never tarnished the memory of that perfect day with her father. A man of honor and duty.
Riley remembers going back there years later, after her father's death. She went to the same vendor that he had got her chocolates and bought flowers to place as a reminder of more innocent times.. The statue of Cole made her think of her father and his supreme sacrifice for the safety and security of Praetoria. That was the day that she had decided to make something more of herself, that she would become a symbol to the people. That day Lady Praetoria had been born. It would take intense training, and a few of the “right people” to finally make her dream a reality. Then, she was paraded around like a show piece, and she basked in the limelight.
Tears ran freely down her face, 8 years had not lessened the pain of his death, but now it carried the extra sting of betrayal that she had served an Empire that was corrupt. The Praetors, as she had come to discover, where self serving, horrible people. Tilman was insane, Barry a jerk, Keys a bitter and resentful man. Every one of them not exactly the heroes she had as a child. She looked over what was called Primal Earth, these people also deserved her protection and she knew in her heart, that her father would approve. -
Okay time for another post. Been a veteran of the game for 6 years, but only recently decided to start posting. I love to RP, but most of the RP community has no idea I am sure. Always a little shy, but I do have some RP toons.
One is Ms America, a patriotic Shield Martial Arts Scrapper (yes I know, sorry Captain America is my favorite superhero). She is a member in good standing with the Guardians of the Golden Age, and is trying to serve as a symbol to others. She lost her father during the Rikti invasion and found out he used to be a hero himself. So, she trained, and now tries to live up to his ideals. She is proud, a little single minded and has an intense dislike for the Rikti, that boarders on hatred. She is learning, rather reluctantly, that there are some good Rikti who are against the War as well.
This is the bio of her Praestorian counter part.
Press release from the Ministry of Information: "Major Lance Sterling, soldier, commander and hero. But, to the young Riley Ann Sterling, he was also known as father. When he fell in battle it was a tragedy to everyone, but hit Riley particularly hard. Her father was her hero, in every sense of the word. He'd been there when she was born, trained her in self defense and even taught her Ti Chi. So, in honor to her father's name, his dedication and his loyalty to Praetoria, the Ministry of Information is proud to introduce Lady Praetoria, the Daughter of Praetoria and its newest staunch defender."
Riley is a propaganda tool, she is young, pretty and adores the attention her new position gets her. She was given a suit which modifies her self defense into powerful kinetic blasts. But, no one really expects her to go too far. She is for parades and parties, not the mean streets.
Someone forgot to tell Riley that.