"My degree of sarcasm is based solely on your amount of stupid."
ALIAS
Nobody
CLASSIFICATION
Gadget
POWER
Superhuman Intelligence and Invention
AGE
18
Civilian
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Jan 26, 2018 21:51:32 GMT
Post by Jack Fontaine on Jan 26, 2018 21:51:32 GMT
Nobody Don't you know who I think I am? | Jack saw a hunger that they hadn't seen before, something deep bestial, something almost capable of overwhelming the fearsome mind that operated within Anna's skull. They had seen them hungry for blood before, of course, had made a point of observing it when they could, finding some degree of fascination in the operation of her ability. This was different though, something to do, perhaps, with the presence of an active meta gene in the subject?
They filed the observation away for later contemplation. It was hardly important now. Anna seemed to have her hunger under control, at least once she had satiated that strange animalistic need she was back under control. Jack didn't have much taste for blood themselves, they preferred to leave things like that to others. Something else they had inherited from their father. He didn't like to get his hands dirty, he had people for that.
Clearly the vodka had been a good deal as it was snatched from their grip. They watched with distaste as Punk took a more than healthy gulp of the bottle. The thick scent of alcohol filled the air. They stood back and watched as Anna began to work, rolling their eyes at the overly dramatic response from the vigilante. It seemed appropriate. This could be a long night.
"The cops almost did."
They crossed their arms, leaning back against the counter and out of the way. If Anna needed them they would help, but they had no intentions of going out of their way to do so. They'd already done that after all. Even if they were the reason she had needed it. Not that Punk would ever find that out.
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ALIAS
Anna
POWER
Hemoconsumptive Augmentation with Magnetoreception
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Jan 31, 2018 15:11:38 GMT
Post by CBE-177/"Anna" on Jan 31, 2018 15:11:38 GMT
The world that 177 had grown up in was a hard one, a primitive one, one where life was cold and hard and sickness and pain were common. In the rural country where she had spent most of her life anesthetia was a modern convenience that was sometimes available and more often wasn't. If a leg had to be amputated and no anesthetic was available- well, you either drank yourself into a stupid or you gritted your teeth and got through it. And more importantly, it was expected that you got through it. In the absence of modern conveniences for stopping pain, people learned to work through it, treating it as an inevitable reality that simply had to be dealt with as best you could. Such was the inescapable reality. They learned to ignore pain because they had no other choice. But in this time and place there was a choice. And while intellectually 177 had learned this was the case, it had yet to penetrate her understanding in a real way. On some level, she expected her patient to have the stoicism of the culture she had grown up in. The patient... didn't. 177 looked up in annoyance when the other woman started to squirm. She let the jerking die down, giving the other woman and level stare before going back to work. More gasps of pain. More squirming. Now 177 was truly annoyed: how was she supposed to work if this woman couldn't hold still? Certainly a person might be expected to squirm for something serious, like surgery, but this was barely anything. It wouldn't even be as bad as setting a bone. Worse, the woman was surprisingly strong. It was a struggle for 177 to hold her leg still by pressing on ber ankle. A metahuman, she thought, mostly in annoyance that it was making her job harder. Standing up from her work, she typed on her phone and held it out to the woman. Jack FontaineCoryelle Wilde
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Post by Deleted on Mar 9, 2018 6:29:27 GMT
live fast, die young When Mini-Rambo walked off somewhere, Cory took the time to let her head fall heavily back down to the wooden table with a low *thud* accompanied by the panting of a fiery throat after another heavy swig of the vodka bottle so generously given to her. While she was off doing God-knows-what, the runner tilted her head to the side to give the high school drama-team captain a look at the dry response they'd offered. "The cops almost did."
Her face turned a bit more serious and a finger pointed from the bottle towards the kid. "Setup. Cops've never chased me hard like that before- FUCK that hurts!" she jerked her leg up when she felt fingers pressing by the hole, gritting her teeth and pressing the back of her head against the wood. "Guy I was with must've gotten into something deep; they knew we were there." Another heavy gulp of the vodka and she finally set it alone beside her on the table. "No, I know my shit. Never gotten far enough caught that I didn't end up getting out," especially in the alleys or by rooftop. It'd been a set trap. Cops weren't that smart.
The phone popped up in front of her face again and she squinted her eyes to read the words. Not a serious injury her ass! People didn't just get shot! "Ninny? The hell is this, Marry Poppins? OW!" she shouted again as the pressure returned around the bullet wound. Fine, have it her way... she shut her eyes tightly, biting her teeth together, and gripped the sides of the table with both hands. "Kay... just do it."
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"My degree of sarcasm is based solely on your amount of stupid."
ALIAS
Nobody
CLASSIFICATION
Gadget
POWER
Superhuman Intelligence and Invention
AGE
18
Civilian
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Mar 13, 2018 20:38:50 GMT
Post by Jack Fontaine on Mar 13, 2018 20:38:50 GMT
Nobody Don't you know who I think I am? | Jack raised an eyebrow. "I heard on the scanner, did you think them finding out you were metahuman was going to make them play nice? You're lucky they didn't call in a Hero."
It wasn't that the cops had never chased her that hard; it was that they had never been so well directed and informed. Since the Event Police Officers had already had a number of unfortunate run ins with metas. After all, there was little they could do to deal with some metahumans, and were much more likely to shoot first once someone demonstrated those abilities. It was probably a cause of many needless deaths.
Jack snorted at the comparison between 177, the diminutive Soviet Super Soldier, and the star of a Victorian styled fantasy film. Clearly whatever she was writing, Punk didn't like. Not that they had much choice, after all, the bullet had to come out soon. It would have been interesting to see 177 simply subdue the other woman, but Jack knew that was unlikely to be necessary.
They hadn't moved from their position, although they looked away from the leg as 177 began to deal with her injury. Hopefully it wouldn't take long, Jack had no taste for blood, and they didn't particularly want it all over their kitchen table.
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ALIAS
Anna
POWER
Hemoconsumptive Augmentation with Magnetoreception
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Mar 15, 2018 20:11:54 GMT
Post by CBE-177/"Anna" on Mar 15, 2018 20:11:54 GMT
Her young patient was clearly inexperienced in the ways of hardship, and 177 almost rolled her eyes. So much melodrama. All this really needed was for the girl to hold still. Seeing her grit her teeth, 177 frowned and pulled a roll of gauze from her cart. Rolling some of it into a log, she held it in front of the woman's mouth, indicating she should clench it between her teeth. That done, she went to work. She made no attempt to hurt her patient, but neither did she make any attempt to be especially gentle. It was for the girl's own good that she learn to handle pain. She used her elbow, driving the point into the muscle just below the knee to hold the leg in place. It didn't take long. A minute after she started the bullet clanked out of the girl's leg onto the table, and a minute after that the leg was wrapped and bound. 177 took a moment to inspect her work, then with a nod stepped back and removed her bloody gloves. She dropped them in a bag with the trash, leaving the bullet on the cart. Some people kept such things, as a curiousity. Picking up her phone, she typed a message before showing it to the girl. She handed the phone to the girl, and after a moment lifted up the edge of her shirt, momentarily exposing a brown, oval-shaped scar beneath her rib cage before she let it fall again. Coryelle WildeJack Fontaine
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Post by Deleted on Mar 30, 2018 4:02:16 GMT
live fast, die young "Did you think them finding out you were metahuman was going to make them play nice?" "I sure as hell didn't think they'd pull a gun," she breathed with her eyes still shut to try and calm herself in preparation for Lady Arnold Schwarzenegger to start prying the damned thing out. "You're lucky they didn't call in a Hero." "...Whatever," she sighed heavily, shaking her head. There wasn't a hero around yet that was fast enough to catch her. But there was no arguing with some proud schoolkid. Normally? Oh hell yeah, she'd get the last word in if it meant an arm and a leg- ohhhh, too soon... But now, she was way too distracted to care.
When she could sense something in front of her face, she opened her eyes and immediately regretted it. It just made the situation that much more real and frightening. Something to bite on, really? "Holy shit," she exhaled quietly, opening her teeth for a brief moment to accept the gauze and go back to shutting her eyes tightly. A low and unhappy hum began in anticipating to what was inevitably coming next.
When the elbow jabbed down beneath the bend of her knee she let out a heavy grunt of discomfort and piercing pain from the surprising strength of the girl. It was nothing compared to the restrained cry she let out when the bullet was dug out forcefully from her flesh. Though, after, her energy and panic died down. Even though the process of cleaning and wrapping stung and ached, she did nothing but breathe heavily and sweat from her forehead without moving. Done. Finally.
Her eyes opened and she lifted her hand to her mouth to pull the gauze from her mouth and set it on her chest with exasperation. Oh God, again with the phone- her head lifted and eyes went immediately when distracted to the shirt that lifted to reveal a scar along the girl's gut. This was a bad day. Cory groaned, the head falling back down to the table with a *thd*, and she shook it slowly. With an accepting lack of energy, she finally asked the most important question. "Who the hell are you people?"
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"My degree of sarcasm is based solely on your amount of stupid."
ALIAS
Nobody
CLASSIFICATION
Gadget
POWER
Superhuman Intelligence and Invention
AGE
18
Civilian
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Mar 31, 2018 10:30:03 GMT
Post by Jack Fontaine on Mar 31, 2018 10:30:03 GMT
Nobody Don't you know who I think I am? | "Right, cause metahumans are so easily restrained without a Hero in the mix."
Clearly Punk wasn't entirely convinced that they might have needed help. Jack restrained their annoyance at the woman's arrogance. Which was ironic. They had comprehensive files on all of the Heroes serving in the San Francisco Bay area, one of them could fly, while another could quite literally leap tall buildings in a single bound. Punk might be able to outmanoeuvre Paladin, but they doubted she could outrun a flier. Nonetheless it was clear that there was no point in arguing, and so Jack let the issue drop. They would have to ensure she actually became an asset before they set about turning her into an efficient one.
Jack finally looked back after the bullet had been removed; just in time to see 177 showing one of her many scars to their guest. She had suffered a lot more than Jack or Punk put together ever had. It had turned her into a brutally efficient killing machine, although one who's efficiency was greatly hampered by her almost complete ignorance of the 21st century, which was why Jack need to acquire another resource. They didn't have time to spend with 177 and bring them up to speed, such as the correct procedure for ordering pizza and tipping the delivery boy.
That and Punk would just be such an interesting asset to have anyway.
They rolled their eyes at her question, so dramatic.
"I am Nobody, and this is 177, but you can call us Jack and Anna. You are Punk, part-time vigilante, some-time druggie. Filthy habit by the way."
They walked back towards the table, now that most of the blood was gone and there was no longer a clear view of the inside of her leg they were much more comfortable with this proximity.
"I have an offer for you. You've obviously tried to fight crime where you see it, but let's face it, you aren't very good. You don't have the resources or the knowledge to deal with the more organised groups, and the Heroes have too many rules to really start tearing them a part.
"I'm offering you a partnership, work with us and I can provide you with the information and co-ordination you need to start making a difference, and 177 can actually teach you how to fight beyond simply relying on your powers. You're tough and fast, but some of the metas surfacing are even tougher than you are, you'll need skill to put them down."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2018 1:45:26 GMT
live fast, die young Nobody - Jack. 177 - Anna. She'd walked right into a Mission Impossible script. It had her sitting up at least, resting back on her elbows on the table to listen to what the kid had to say as an answer. After all, there were a dozen questions to everything that'd just transpired in the past hour. The chase, how the two had even known about it, how they'd intercepted the calls, how they'd directed both the swarm of officers and a damned construction crane, and- oh. That great load of personal information they already knew about her: "Punk".
"You are Punk, part-time vigilante, some-time druggie. Filthy habit by the way." She would've rolled her eyes, but she was more astonished at the fact that the information was shared so obviously like they'd been reading a damn Facebook bio. When her mouth opened to contest the last statement (Or the first. Or all of them. It was hard to tell at this point), she was cut off by the kid's continuation.
"I have an offer for you. You've obviously tried to fight crime where you see it," What? No, she didn't fight crime, she punched assholes and sabotaged dick cops that discriminated against innocent metas. Her mouth opened again with a response- "but let's face it, you aren't very good," again her face wrinkled, lips parting to- "You don't have the resources or the knowledge to deal with the more organised groups, and the Heroes have too many rules to really start tearing them a part."
Okay, it was useless to talk. It took her brain too long to catch up on how on earth all of this was just common knowledge to be able to think up a decent response in her head. Then, the closer of the speech started catching her interest past the incredibly intrusive statements and offense she felt, pulling her in visibly as her face relaxed. Gain resources, obtain skill, make a difference. Make a difference. Make a difference.
Past the drugs, past the shallow attitude, past the rock n' roll attitude... that's still what mattered most. She had plenty of responses lined up just seconds ago that varied all over the spectrum. "Fuck off," had come to mind to at least fifty-percent of them, but now that she thought of it - all of it - the offer, the reason, the opportunity... there was only one thing she needed to say 'yes' if the want-to wasn't already clear in her change in both posture and expression. Coryelle looked to Anna again and wondered if she'd been given the same offer. It didn't really seem like the two would ever meet naturally. Her eyes snapped back to the kid, chin lifting at the question and eyebrow quirking upwards. "You pay?"
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"My degree of sarcasm is based solely on your amount of stupid."
ALIAS
Nobody
CLASSIFICATION
Gadget
POWER
Superhuman Intelligence and Invention
AGE
18
Civilian
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Apr 12, 2018 12:45:39 GMT
Post by Jack Fontaine on Apr 12, 2018 12:45:39 GMT
Nobody Don't you know who I think I am? | Of course, it always came back to that. Payment.
People these days were so predictable, in fact, people all across history had always been easily bought. Money had little meaning to Jack, both because they had little trouble in acquiring it, and also because it had been hammered into them at an early age that it was never about money. Money was a tool, a means to an end, if you truly wished to be great then your ultimate ambition should be for something more than mere wealth. Still, from what they had gathered Cory wasn't exactly doing well for herself. Money would likely be a salve to many of her problems.
At least temporarily, no doubt more problems would come of her choosing to work for Jack, but they were careful not to mention that. After all, they didn't want to discourage her now that she was clearly considering the possibility.
"I can, enough for you to live relatively comfortably on, though it will come with certain conditions attached."
They paused, then smiled, "Nothing morally repugnant I can assure you, by any stretch of the definition."
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ALIAS
Anna
POWER
Hemoconsumptive Augmentation with Magnetoreception
Civilian
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Apr 14, 2018 23:18:56 GMT
Post by CBE-177/"Anna" on Apr 14, 2018 23:18:56 GMT
Well, she supposed she should have seen it coming. Jack was making the young American an offer of employment. Typical. Powered or not, everything about the girl- Cory- screamed that she was untested, weak in all the ways that mattered. Well, if Jack chose to accept her despite that, that was Jack's affair. If he wanted to risk her freezing the first time something hard came up- if he wanted her screaming because she couldn't take a bullet through the leg, no matter how minor- well, that wasn't 177's affair. Just as long as Jack didn't expect her to deal with the girl. She didn't have time to change diapers. Jack spoke, making the offer, wrapping the girl in their spiderweb of words. From all appearances, the girl couldn't even see it. At least 177 had walked into her deal with open eyes. The girl would get burned if she didn't learn better how to watch herself. She was lucky that Jack had gotten to her and not someone worse. Well. It was what it was. With any luck, she could forget about the girl now, and never have to deal with her again. Jack FontaineCoryelle Wilde
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