Seferin

Jessica's eyes widened, and she almost dropped the glass of apple soda in shock. Momentarily distracted from the sight of the newcomer who sat next to her, she hastily wiped the spilled drink off her lap, then affixed the man with an annoyed look.

"Of course I came; why wouldn't I? The note was, afterall, shoved in locker of mine, a locker that I thought was inaccessible to all but me." She wiped a drip of soda from the glass with the tip of her gloved finger. "Anyways, we'll get to that. After I get myself a refill."

Jessica placed her glass on the table and smiled at the bartender. "May I have a refill, please? And one for this... shockingly mysterious man as well."

Yes. <3

Gratefully accepting the drink, Jessica wrapped her hands around the cool glass. Taking a sideways glance at the man who had sat next to her, she raised an eyebrow at him. Brushing her dark hair back to avoid staring him any further, she began to sip at her drink slowly.

Dressed in black, Jessica's slim form was further accenturated by the leather. A billowing similar coloured cape was sweeping behind her, although the wooden floor looked clean enough that she didn't mind its contact with the ground. A pair of tinted blue glasses perched on her nose, and she took another sip, this time turning to the other clientele.

Setting her glass on the counter behind her, she fished out the card she had taken out earlier. Jessica mouthed the words to herself once more:

Meet me at the Titan's Chamber by noon.

Sighing, she put the card away once more. Who she was supposed to meet, she didn't know, but one thing was for certain; whoever he or she was, would have a lot of explaining to do.

((Someone gets to meet me. ^^ If no one wants it, I can so roleplay with myself.))

That's really sweet. I cringed when I first saw it!

((I hope I can post. ^^))

Jessica Sorrow struggled to maintain balance as she trudged through the damp and soiled streets to her destination. Aware of the faint howls of battle in the distance, she hurried her pace, her black cape whipping around her in a maddened frenzy. Whatever citizens that past her in the streets gave her an uneasy glare, which suited her just fine. The would've just gotten in her way, anyhow. Brushing her hair back, she looked up to see the Titan's Chamber bar ahead. Rummaging something out of her pocket, Jessica took out a white card, and examined it briefly before nodding to herself.

With much effort, she managed a confident smile, then proceeded to open the door to the bar. Stepping in quickly to avoid the chilling winds, she looked around briefly at the gathering of superhero and villains alike before striding up to the bar. Sitting down at one of the stools near the end, she looked nervously around before turning to the bartender.

"I'd like... an apple soda, please."

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Ph, I've never been good at those things. 'S mostly why I keep my girlfriend's stuff out of my own writing. Though some people around here have created matching sets of characters - Burning Brawler's got an entire family.

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Really? I would like to meet Burning's family.

Anywho, just go ahead, and make a character! A story and background will follow shortly after, inspired mostly (I hope) by your character. I usually get a general gist for a character concept, and when I get those feelings, I just go right ahead and make an alt. Don't worry about details just yet.

That is so neat! As a beginner player for MTG, I had a good laugh. =)

Look at my cereal? NEVER!

*jumps through closed window*





Oops. Did I do that? Ow.

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There's a message in my cereal...

It says 'oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo'...

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Fruit Loops, huh? I didn't know you were so fruity. XD

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Hey, hey! Get off! I wanted to see if Darkie would do it.

*Pulls off tinfoil hat*

*Examines tinfoil hat*

Hm...

*Dons tinfoil hat*

It... It's good craftsmanship...

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*giggles*

I like making stuff from tinfoil. I have a tinfoil army.

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Wrap tinfoil around your head, Darkie. I hear that helps.

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*wraps tinfoil around Grey's head too*

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*Shudders* So that means... anyone who happens to click on that undead picture I scared Sef with can see what I used it for. Goberment conspericy I say!

*pokes pitch fork at Google*

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-_-

*stabs AD with burning stick*

Edit: You spelt government wrong!

*shoves face in popcorn*

MOAR!!!

The song fit for any of my characters would be "Rabble", by Abandoned Pools. Just feels pretty... nice.

Hey, that's not bad, I like it. Althought you DO look like a Warrior, it's not a bad compliment. I sometimes get my butt handed to me by those guys.

Add tattoos if you wish, but I think this might turn you into something crossed by Warriors and Tsoo. Still neat. =)

((Hmm, well, thanks for the criticism from Tom and Term (And you two, I guess XD), I'm going to give the next part more thought. I hate how I can't get all my thoughts concentrated. raWr))

(( Well, I've had this idea of a story in my head for quite a while now. Although the character in question no longer exists within the game, I've been reconsidering to remake her, so yeah...

Anyways, this a sorta short story. And by sorta, I mean six or seven posts more max, same length or so. This story is also angst, as I'm a fan of that genre... Nothing like a tearjerker to connect, eh?

Umm, I think that's all I need to say. Read now? ))


It was... just another day. Another day of me waking up, slamming my hand on the alarm clock, stuffing my face once more into my drool-laden pillow, listening to the dreadful noises of human population outside my window. Yes, just another simple day, where life never ceases to stop, threats never cease to occur, and heroes and villains alike must struggle for the ultimate supremacy of victory.

Yes, just another day, like any other.

A day, I unfortantely did not know, would be my last...

Yawning for the fourth time in a row, I struggled to zip my jeans up, growling menacingly at the button. Sighing in exasperation, I took them off, threw them into a corner, and grabbed a pair of sweats. Wiping my forehead from the effort put into stuffing myself into the pants - two sizes too small now - I headed downstairs to the kitchen.

"I heard you... up there. What were you doing?" A casual question from a not so casual meta-human. I crossed my arms, and glared at Jakob's uncanny hearing. A newspaper carefully hid his face, which I was certain he was hiding an enormous smile behind. The urge to rip the paper out of his hands had been overwhelming, and I barely restrained myself from doing so. As much as he deserved it...

"Nothing," I responded as casually, sitting down at the table. "Just stretching." Reaching out to take the box of frosted flakes cereal, I began to dump its contents into a bowl.

"I see..." There was a slight cough, one caught between a laugh and a choke. I glared at the paper once more.

"What?" I snapped.

"Huh?" He lowered the paper, and stared at me with twinkling blue-green eyes. His skin, a pale lavender, resembled that of freshwater fish, miniscule hints of scales noticeable at his temples. Light blue hair, ever so tinged with silver, hung just above his eyes, and his mouth was upturned in a teasing smile. "It's nothing Amora. I didn't say anything. At all."

Again with that damn smile. Now I really had the urge to bunch the wise-[censored] mammalian fish-man to death.

"Hmph." I turned back to my bowl of cereal and munched loudly, making sure that I chewed with my mouth opened. It gave me a shrewd sense of satisifaction to watch him wince with disdain. I stuck my tongue out at him, and showed him the remains of my breakfast.

"Yummy?" I asked, grinning.

He quickly turned back to his paper, snorting with laughter. The sunlight straining through the window caught on his hair, radiating a glow that bordered surreal. Jakob Anders was handsome indeed, a product of Crey Industries when he had been caught as a small fry from Founder's Falls. Genetically enhanced with human tissue, their attempts to create a being able to withstand incredible underwater pressure resulted in something else unexpected. Possessing an intelliect quite similar (and noticeably growing) to humans, Jakob turned out to be something Crey could not control or manipulate, and despite all their intentions, he was a liability. (A puppet that was able to manipulate his own strings? Unthinkable!) Quickly catching onto their attempts to silence him, he ran from the corporation, and vanished... only to resurface awhile later, appearance so drastically different and enhanced, he was able to adopt the title of a hero in Paragon City, another metahuman among many.

So he was safe. At least, for a little while more.

I yawned again, and stood up, stretching. Tossing my bowl into the sink, I turned to Jakob. "What time is it?"

"Uhh... 'bout 10 to 10:00."

"Are you serious? Damnit!" It would have been pretty funny to see the expression on Jakob's face just then, but I was seriously late for an appointment. My feet were a blur as I ran up the stairs, and another blur as I ran down again, a backpack clutched in one hand, my jacket in the other.

"Goddamnit! Where are my keys? I'm going to be late!"

"For what?" Jakob called from the house. I didn't bother to respond though, as I leapted into my car. Quickly igniting the engine, I gave Jakob a small wave, his amused gaze fixed upon mine as I pulled out of the driveway, and headed towards Paragon City.

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The drive was a long and tedious one, the onset on spring quickly dissolving the remnants of winter. Traffic had, obviously, gotten worse as the season progressed, but at least there was no more snow.

"Thank God for that," I murmured, shivering as the thought of the Winter Horde invading the city fluttered through my mind. Leaning against the window, I hardly noticed the beautiful weather. I could hear the sounds of the other vehicles outside, purring in their impatience. Minutes passed, and I tapped my fingers lazily on the wheel. I was late enough already, damnit!

Where are you, Amora? A faint voice echoed within my mind. I sat up slowly, scratching my head, feeling a slight pressure.

"Stuck in traffic."

Several clicks from the voice in my head. You were supposed to be here... Oh, half an hour ago?

"Well, sorry. Not all of us are early-birds like you, Sean...." I yawned again, loudly enough so that he would be able to hear.

Well, Sean chuckled, I would've woke you up myself, but I've been pretty busy this morning... A lot of things have been going on. I think Azuria will brief you in when you get here.

"Mkay." Slowly but surely, I was making progress with this traffic jam.

So, how've you been? A softer tone.

"Not bad, I guess. This new identity and stuff... it's kinda hard on me right now. The place witness protection put me in... It's okay... The guys are nice enough, but I'm still having some trouble with Syren. She's so... rough, you know? Takes everything so uptight and serious. I swear, she hates me or something... And I still can't believe you guys made me gain weight... I wasn't able to fit in my favourite pair of jeans this morning cause I was, well, too fat." I felt my cheeks flush at those words. "And now people are going to think I'm crazy cause I'm talking to a voice inside my head..."

You're far from crazy, love. Far from crazy. As to adjustment... Well, nobody ever said it would be easy. Give it some time; you've only been there for three weeks. Anyways, judging from your lowering stress-levels, I'd say you're about 10 minutes to headquarters. I'll see you then... I felt a small kiss on my lips, and just like that, I felt his presence dissipate from my mind, the weight inside my head released.

"Yeah, see you then, I guess." I sighed, turning my attention back to the traffic. My day was just starting, it seemed...

Cool stuff! Never really thought ot it before.

*debates on whether or not to make popcorn, decides with it, and sits down*

Edit: There we go!

Amora watched as Thysthe threw something small, circular, and emitting an odd squeal through the air. Her eyes tracked its movement, and she had prepared to move out of its way, but tensed only as she saw it hit the tree beside her, the one the mysterious woman had been perched on moments ago.

Three...

Amora's senses reached out toward it slowly, feeling its metallic texture with her extrasensory energy. Foreign knowledge of its componenets assaulted her mind, and the knowledge that had once belonged to the human Amelia fluttered through her mind. All at once, she knew what the device was, and struggled to flee in time, although her body felt sluggish still, anger and confusion clouding her actions.

Two...

One...

(( >.> ))

I like it!

Whirling around to face the newcomer, Amora snarled, bearing her teeth in the process. Her eyes darkened even more, the bloodlust now singing loudly within her.

Oh, how I despise these mortals so. Bane upon us. She thought angrily. The twilight energy responded to her thoughts, their influence stretching outward even more. Stepping backward, her eyes were fixated on the plasma rifle on Entropy's arm, uncertainty and anger at its sight. Her hand subconsciously slipped to her side where Thysthe had hit her earlier, and felt it sting.

"What do you want, mortal? This is none of your affair." Amora hissed softly.

((Yay! ))

Amora's eyes widened as she sensed the sudden shift in Thysthe's reactions. Faster then she could react, she could only snarl in defiance as a pair of plasma pistols appeared in his hands, aimed directly at her. Rolling to the side to avoid the rapid succession of shots, she managed to dodge all the shots - except one, which hit her squarely on the shoulder. The force of the bolt caused her body to fly through the air, colliding with a tree. Branches rustled, and leaves fell as Amora struggled to get up.

All feelings of neutrality fled from her as the bloodlust - both her's and the Tower's - took over her once more. Shrugging off the radiating pain from her shoulder, she advanced on him slowly, feeling the creeping darkness flow over her. Twilight energies flared and sparkled in her hands, and with those energies, Amora took careful aim at Thysthe.

((OOC: I haven't posted in this one in a while. Waiting on someone *cough* Devious *cough cough* to post so that I may continue my disjointed story.

Carry on!

Oh... and look behind you! Zombie hordes!))

((I was going with Dark Blast, but Moonbeam works! ^^))

Amora, seeing that the Dark Blasts hit home, leapt down from her position to stare at Thysthe. Her eyes, still glowing a pale blue, were narrowed. Her cheeks were flushed a rosy pink, mostly with pain still from her flesh wound. Anger, both hers and channeled from the Tower, surged through her, and although she was strangely detached from human emotions, she could still sense them trying to dictate her moves. Shaking, she managed to hold off her bloodlust to speak to the downed man in the bushes.

"Who... are you?"