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Meetings of an assassin and a Mutt.

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Post by Shadowoof on March 19th 2018, 8:56 am

It was cold nights like these that could make someone reconsider their living situation. Their life in general. That was what Jake had been considering as of late because of a few, lovely factors. First was his friends. He didn't have a lot of them and in his line of... Current. Work. If you can call what he did work.

He preferred to call it work, as life sounded less degrading. His work was to spend his nights exploring the night looking for some sort trouble he could introduce himself into. Or if he found a den of supernaturals, to get information when he could about anything because he was seriously lacking in that. His last source decided to just go while he was... Busy getting his life thrown into a loop that shook itself so much more then it needed too.

But that was all the more important in making him realize he really needed to reevaluate his life while also further increasing his ability to get into his work and make progress. Even if hunting for not very nice beings that were in no ways natural was not really what you could consider work. Or a life.

But no matter what. He couldn't deny this was better then high school ever was. The pull of a normal life no longer called to him when he had met dragons and vampires. Demon lords and Queens. Metas and all kinds of people. He certainly would not have met some... Interesting people, if he hadn't discovered this life for what it was. He certainly would not have met Ann.

And it could be seen in the way he was hanging off the edge of a building now, his legs hooked onto the roof and keeping him from falling, his shirt in his hand and his eyes a glowing red. The whole city was his to see and his to explore in a sense. Nothing was hidden from his sight and he loved that. Certainly helped him to find those that wished they were not seen, something that was... Becoming less and less of a happening. Maybe too many heroes, maybe he wasn't seeing as much as he thought he was.

Whatever the reason, he kept his sight for the smallest suspicious act, the strangest event. Because no matter how quiet, something happened every night and he was well acquainted with the idea of that. He just needed to find it first, interrupt it second like the supposed 'hero' he was as Ann liked to remind him. He was sure he could handle whatever came after. After all. He was quite the not so nice unnatural himself when he most certainly needed to be, and many of those that met him were beginning to know that. Even if he was still at large, an unknown in this big world that just didn't know how big it was.

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Post by Katrina A. Russel on March 24th 2018, 3:55 am

In the darkness something lurked; a shadow within a shadow, the only sign she was there the dullest glimmer of gold, invisible to the unaided eye. Her prey was in the shadows as well, but the darkness was not his friend; to her trained eyes, he might as well have been illuminated by a spotlight. She was clinging to the side of nearby building as if gravity didn’t affect her, body shrouded by skintight armor and face shrouded by cloth. Only her eyes, like sapphires in a lake of ice, could be seen. They were the eyes of a killer, dark, merciless, and without remorse. Her prey pulled a gun, his eyes on a different target; a simple family, rich, seemingly, from the clothes they were wearing and the jewelry on them. Foolish to come down this alley with such decoration. It was almost as if they were asking for it.


A small knot of guilt twisted in her stomach. The father was already dead, his white surcoat quickly staining with blood. It appeared he had tried appealing to the prey’s better nature. A razor of a smile curled around her elfish features. ’That goes beyond foolish. That man may be a millionaire, but he’s an idiot … ah, well. I need to move now. I may not be able to save them, but that monster is not going to get away.’ Nothing more than a shadow, she slipped down the side of the building. A quick glance confirmed what she knew; both mother and father were dead, the woman apparently leaping in the way of the bullet intended for her son. He was lucky, too; if he had killed that boy, he’d have a much worse fate than death awaiting. The boy, his black-hair smeared by fear-sweat and plastered to his forehead, wasn’t going anywhere soon. The mugger was running now, but Katrina was faster; the triangular tip of her bow burst from his chest like a horror movie alien, spattering his blood everywhere and carrying him ten feet from his position before depositing him against a parked car. For just a single second, she locked eyes with the boy; deep blue eyes. He was going to be quite a lady killer when he grew up. The knot in her stomach twisted again and she disappeared again, disappearing into the shadows as if by magic.
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She tugged the mask away in disgust; she was sequestered in a tiny little hole in the wall, hardly an decorations or creature comforts, only a bed and a large metal box. It was this box she into now, using a specialized tool to reshape and clean the arrow that had plunged through Snow’s chest. She smirked as she imagined the looks on the face of the police tomorrow morning; a young and much beloved couple, rich and known for their philanthropy, murdered in a back street. Their young son, scarred for life. Their murderer, an infamous hitman known as David Snow, slaughtered not twenty meters from the the scene of his crime. The chaos was comforting, in a way; it served the Silver Hand’s intention, of course, but more importantly it satisfied a part of Katrina that reveled in the chaos caused by her actions. She shook her head again at these thoughts, her long black hair cascading like a curtain of ink. If she wasn’t careful, she was going to lose herself.

With a satisfied nod, she collapsed the repaired arrow and replaced it in her pouch, taking a once over of her supplies. Again certain she was fine, she pulled the mask back up and left the bolt hole; with the door closed, it looked just like any other part of the wall. Her mission was simple here today; kill as many criminals as possible. Why? She didn’t know. But she didn’t question it. She didn’t need many reasons to kill criminals. ”Well … I suppose we should get this show on the road.”
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Post by Shadowoof on March 25th 2018, 12:52 am

Resorting to clicking his tongue over and over, Jake found the night was just not his... Night. That and hanging upside down as long as he had was really starting to get to his head. Giving one last lazy scan, he sighed for a moment right before stopping at a sight.

A red light adorned the side of a building. Over-watching a series of red lights he had no good sight on. A part of him thought to give the sight a pass... But nothing else had happened that night. Whoever decided that clinging to walls was the best way to watch someone. They garnered his interest. Kicking off the building, Jake fell for a few seconds before unleashing his wings, letting them catch to the wind as he soared overhead towards the... Fiv... three.

He watched as two lights, a sign of life, turned off and dropped, becoming black masses among the vibrant red of the city brim with life. They were dead. By the time Jake even got close to the scene, the third life was gone, leaving only two. Close as he was, it was easy to see the outline. A child, and someone thin, so woman or lanky man. Red vision was nothing if not non descriptive besides a human shaped red light.

But it allowed him to follow this person he might have not been able to track without it. He kept his distance, the red lights of his eyes would have been dead giveaways to his position, but he could track them from behind any wall and building till finally, they stopped.

That resulted in the boy sitting outside this wall, a little high up,  his shirt was back on and his fingers were dug into anything to keep him aloft. The killer who saved the boy was inside, messing with things that looked like arrows, taking some sort of mask off and putting ether another or the same one back on, he wasn't sure. And when it seemed they were coming out, he turned his vision off and melded into the shadows, very easily seen if someone was paying attention thanks to the fact his clothes were not built for hiding, but Jake was sure they wouldn't have expected someone to follow them. And you didn't normally see what you didn't expect.

Or maybe they did, paranoia did that to people. Still, when she left the hole in the wall and closed it, making it seem as if just an ordinary wall, he gave her a few more seconds before making himself known. Just who was this murderous... Female. Without his red vision, she was indeed, a woman. A woman that could burst a mans chest open. Lovely. "Must say, that earlier show was quite something. But frankly, the idea of murder isn't something that should be considered so easily. Oh, and don't run. I can find you. Very easily." Jake called out as he dropped from his height to the ground with ease.

On the same level as her, Jake looked a little surprised at just how... Small she was. He towered over her. How old even was she? Not letting the idea of young age change his view, he kept his eyes on her with a frown, arms crossed as he waited to see what she did. Talk, attack. Not everyday something followed you to this secret hideout of theirs.

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Post by Katrina A. Russel on March 28th 2018, 5:54 am

At this time of night, there shouldn’t be anyone up here; hell, at any time of day there shouldn’t be anyone up here. It was nearly inaccessible. Normal humans could only get to this particular stretch of building with an elevator and three ladders, not that they’d have any reason to; this entire building was either storage or abandoned. She would know, her family owned it, it’s why she chose this place for her bolthole in particular, there was rarely any opportunity for any person to even come close to it, let alone potentially discover it. Perhaps it was that reason she let her guard down; she didn’t even have any weapon ready, and in her line of work, a simple mistake like that could kill you. Yet, she made a mistake, and as the man fell from the sky, she mentally kicked herself.

The words the man spoke rankled her … or perhaps ‘boy’ should be a more apt descriptor. He looked barely older than Katrina, if significantly taller, and if anything he was younger. A small smirk grew upon her face. Though hidden by her face covering, it showed in her blue eyes, the mocking and sarcastic tones she was known showing through regardless. Slowly and deliberately, she unsheathed first one, then the second blade, her eyes trained on this intruder. He was trespassing and by the laws of the Silver Hand, must be vanquished. Of course, there was no reason she couldn’t have a little bit of fun first. He was kind of attractive, not that she’d ever fully admit this to herself; his body was … certainly worth admiring. He must have worked on it. His blood must be an incredibly rich shade of red.

”... I don’t know who are, and I don’t care.” A small aesthetic twirl of her swords punctuated these words before they returned to the ready position. ”But you have one chance, just one, to leave.” Her words echoed throughout the small rooftop arena, only adding malice to her words. As the words left her mouth, red rings appeared on her, visible on her wrists as a thin red line and on her sword as slowly rotating circlet on the hilt. ”If you insist on fighting me, there will be not be enough of you to fill a bucket.”
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Post by Shadowoof on March 28th 2018, 6:23 am

Jake kept his arms crossed, his eyes narrowed at the woman... Small woman, for any kind of dangers could present themselves though her. One of those dead bodies had a hole in them. She was more capable then the average woman and that meant he had to be careful, even if all she seemed to have were knives. Big, sharp looking ones at that.

But she didn't scare him, no matter how much her threats attempted to cut him. They were threats. Albeit, ones not needed. Tilting his head till a crack and satisfying pop sounded, Jake grabbed at the hem of his shirt, ready to take it off in case he needed his wings. "Look. I don't know you too. In fact, I didn't even come here to fight. I saw your very. Quick execution of the man who killed that couple." Jake's eyes looked to the red lines, rings that seemed to have appeared on her. Those looked dangerous. Perhaps they were.

Taking his left hand, he'd bundle it into a fist before focusing it, allowing a red, chaotic energy to form over it, sparks of the energy seemed to break away and vanish the instant they did, but for the most part, the power still looked as menacing as ever. "But if you insist on starting a fight. I can't promise what will happen to you, this building, and the nearby buildings. But there will not. Be enough to find you for a bucket." Jake decided to throw the woman's threat back at her, even when his threat was half hearted. He wouldn't use his red energy here. He wouldn't destroy this building and the ones around him. Oh how he could. But he wouldn't. It'd hurt too much and it wasn't what he wanted... That and there would be waaay to many deaths on his part.

Opening his hand, he'd shake it as if shaking off the red energy, letting it evaporate and vanish. Ever since his encounter with Madeline, he had been getting much better control over the energy when he focused it in a singular area. And it didn't pop up randomly as much anymore. "So... How bout we fix the not knowing each other part. I'm Jake. But if you prefer Lucifer, Zaapiel or Mutt even, go for it. I personally like Jake. You?" The boy finished, his left hand returning to the hem of his shirt. The woman looked like a close fighter with some range, not that he could exactly see how she managed to from afar, blow a hole in man. He could use his wings to gain distance. Even if it was only once. Mainly he just didn't want to ruin his shirt. He ruined too many of them with his wings or other outside sources... Like Vampire Queens. Stupid Vampire Queen.

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Post by Katrina A. Russel on April 1st 2018, 5:39 am

Slowly, as he talked, the tips of her swords lowered and the tension in her muscles relaxed. He wasn’t here for a fight, and that alone was enough to prevent her from starting one. She wasn’t looking for one either. That does not mean, however, that she let her guard down; her swords were pointed downwards, sure, but they were still in a classic position, ready to be swung into position in a fraction of a second. Just because he wasn’t looking for a fight didn’t mean she wasn’t willing to give one it came to that. She wasn’t so sure how she’d fair, not only because this … Jake seemed pretty physically impressive, but whatever that Red Energy was was most likely something pretty destructive. At least, he seemed confident about it, and she doubted he’d face someone he knew was a trained killer if he wasn’t at least mostly confident about his abilities.

Well, confident or stupid.

She had to make a choice; she let the silence stretch out between them, the sights and sounds of New York filling the gap left by his demonstration. Only her blue eyes could be discerned under the mask, bright, piercing orbs that flicked between his face and the hand with which he had conjured the magic. Her blades bounced with every breath she took, staying in tune, just in case. They were extensions of herself, wielded with easy familiarity and comfort. The threat and implied insult irritated her, the crimson beast of rage uncurling it’s thorny snout inside her gut, but she stifled the feeling; she had a feeling that if she got into a fight with … Lucifer, it would be the city that paid.

She came to a decision just then and in one fluid movement sheathed both her swords. Of course, she didn’t leave herself entirely defenseless, her fists more powerful than most explosives if wielded correctly. And Katrina knew how to wield herself. She was making a gamble here, trusting this stranger; but in a life of lies and deceit, trust is the one commodity there isn’t enough of. Katrina was sick of speaking with the tip of her sword; for once, she needed someone to understand. By Ala’khir, she didn’t know how much she needed to talk to someone, even a total stranger. Her guard was down now, and if Jake wanted he could end her in one, solid blow, but the look in her reflective eyes was almost … vulnerable, and more human than anything he would have seen all night.

”... Jacob, is it?”

A slight smirk and slightest glimmer of humor in her eyes hinted at the minor rebellion she staged, using what she assumed to be his full name and not the nickname he preferred.

”I am known as Apophis … but if you are to trust me with your identity, I suppose the favor should be paid in kind. My name is Katrina.”

She pulled down the mask to reveal her straight nose and plush lips, currently frowning at the teenaged boy in front of her. To be so young and wield so much power … he must struggle not to use it every day. She sighed heavily, and with her guard down, she shivered, instinctively rubbing her shoulders before remembering her situation. She tried to pass it off as an itch, but she wasn’t sure if he was convinced or not; not that it mattered. What was she thinking, pulling down her mask?! She almost couldn’t help but trust Jacob. He seemed honest, and honesty was something she was sorely missing in her life. The lies of politics during the day, and at night, the duplicity and treachery that is a part of life with the Silver Hand. She’d had enough for a single day. The eyes of the young boy, haunted by the blood of his parents, screaming in anguish-

She visibly flinched as if she had actually heard the cry. She quickly stilled, so smoothly that it would almost be difficult to notice she reacted as she did. But she did seem out of sorts and nervous, despite her attempts to hide it with a tough facade. She sighed again and coughed. She didn’t know what to do here … she didn’t know how to talk to boys! Or really, anyone for that matter …. She could negotiate a peace deal with a foreign country, navigate hostage talks with a violent metahuman, and remain calm and collected in the middle of a firefight, but ask her to engage in conversation with a boy her own age and she just freezes up. It seems now, as always, it’s the normalcy that fails her. Oh, well. Best to be direct.

”We know each other know, Jacob, so I do believe that hostilities have been successfully de-escalated. The question now, however, is where to go from here?”

She was speaking firmly and stiffly, as if addressing foreign dignitaries, not some random stranger that flew in off the street to challenge her. By Ala’khir, it was embarrassing … but maybe this could be an asset. Maybe Jacob could be used to further her own power …. Yes, she rather liked that idea.
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Post by Shadowoof on April 2nd 2018, 12:01 am

Silence was a valid answer. Jake thought as he kept still, waiting for some kind of verbal answer, because he also knew that silence was not going to be the final answer. Of course, it allowed this woman, whoever she was, to think of an answer, to also think of how to treat this situation. That was the logical course of action.

Jake felt that way himself. The silence dragged on, and that allowed him to think of the many ways this could end so very badly. Allowed him to tense and relax his muscles over and over, to think and think. And when he couldn't think of anything, he looked at her to try and understand her. Subtle moves he couldn't fully read, for he never really did before. But he got the sense of something, something that said for now. There would be no fight.

That was good enough for him, even if she got his name wrong. A fair enough mistake, he still didn't understand how Jacob and Jake ended up the same thing. To damn different in his opinion. But when she finished speaking, it did give Jake some food for thought. What did happen now? He never really encountered a situation where the opposing just stopped wanting to fight. Most people he met just fought in a situation as tense as this. "Well, first off. Just Jake. No Jacob. Jake." He frowned as he thought of how to go from there, a surprising more difficult challenge then he first thought, till something hit him.

"And I'd be careful bout that nick name Kat. Apophis is known to be chaotic. A paranoid being that knows their ancient Egyptian history would take you a bit seriously on that name." He chuckled, before looking upwards, his teeth pressing into his tongue. "But yes. Where do we go from here... See. I am what some might call a bit of a stupid hero. Now frankly, I could try and force you into the justice system for murder, but he did kill those people and I do believe the evidence would be hard to place you. Not just that. You seemed to have done it with no remorse, so a trained killer... And someone with a lot of money, based on the wall that leads to a small room with several oddity's... Well, I should say couple. Bed and a box doesn't amount to much." Jake finished, hoping his words unsettled the woman just a little. He shouldn't know what was inside the room, she should have been easily able to tell his position would give him no sight, so how did he know?

But it wasn't fully his idea to unsettle her, that was just to keep her guessing. No... It was more he was trying to figure her out while keeping her from figuring him out. She had to he a trained killer, you don't kill without some remorse like that, but it seemed she held none for something so recently done. And she had to have money. This... This wasn't made over the course of years. This was built for someone by someone with quite a bit of money. This building looked abandoned. Which meant it was the perfect place for a hideout. Just who did this woman work for... He wondered.

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Post by Katrina A. Russel on April 4th 2018, 2:51 am

”Well, ‘Just Jake’ … She was quick to retort, even if it was with sarcasm. ”You speak as if my goal isn’t to spread chaos. That’s what I am.” She spread her arms wide, as if to say ‘all of me’. ”I am an agent of chaos, Jake. I spread death and destruction like the plague for the sake of my mistress.” At that she smiled fully, but it wasn’t a pleasant smile; on the contrary, it was cold and calculating, sharpening her features instead of softening them. It was,in other words, the unfeeling smile of a killer. She didn’t know if her grand posturing would fool him; he seemed sharp, but she felt she had no choice; especially as his next words left her so rattled.

She showed no signs of shock or disconcertation at what he knew- or rather, guessed. He had to guess. He couldn’t know much about except for her face, and even much of that was obscured by the cloth pooled around her neck. No, it was a guess, but even so, she let her hands slip to her side, touching for reassurance the shuriken she knew lay in the pocket of her belt. He was making her feel … nervous, and vulnerable. And she didn’t like feeling nervous or vulnerable. Memories of his red energy flicked through her mind and she took an uncomfortable step backwards; she had no idea what he was aiming for, but she wasn’t going to let him anywhere near her. Oh, his words shook her to her very core; if he was close to discovering who she was … that wasn’t a price she could afford to pay.

”You don’t know anything about me.” For the first time that night, there was emotion behind her words. She was vulnerable, and being vulnerable brought to the surface things she’d rather keep down. Fear, and anger, but most of the guilt. ”You know nothing about my feelings!” She almost yelled, her words nonetheless echoing off the ceiling. She knew she should stop, but- she shouldn’t have let him in. She shouldn’t have made herself so vulnerable. The instant she did, she left herself open to this. Her words had cut her like a knife, the implication of her inhumanity tearing from her the only certainty she had in her life. ”I kill to survive, you arrogant bastard.” She was angry now, her red-hot temper boiling to the surface.

”The things I’ve done, the murders I’ve committed, it was so I live! You have no idea what it’s like to be forced to do things you hate! I’m ordered around like a dog; no, worse than it, at least a dog has freedom of thought. I’m a weapon, to be wielded by the highest bidder and aimed at innocents and children.” She gave a hollow, mocking laugh; unthinkingly her blade had leap to her hand as she paced, and this she swung wildly, the force of the strikes carving gouges in the roof. ”I have no choice in the matter, you see; I can’t escape them, I can’t do anything but what they-” She choked up, and with horror she realized she almost about to cry over something so … trivial. She’s never had to talk about it before, never been confronted in uniform before, and she’s never stopped to think about it.

”Oh, dammit.”

She cursed under her breath as she angrily scrubbed at her eyes, the emotions caused by a late night and the suppressed thoughts she kept down below threatened to burst to the surface. This wasn’t like her; she didn’t talk to people, she didn’t want to. So why was this Jake so easy to talk to? She put it off to the late hour; she needed to sleep, but that wasn’t going to happen as long as Jake was here … but it would be the height of rudeness to send him away, not after she so bluntly suggested they go on a date. She couldn’t bear to face him; he must feel she was weak, or a child to be acting so emotionally. She had to face him. With a determined grimace on her face and hoping she didn’t notice her outburst, she turned to him, trying to keep her features emotionless and not quite succeeding. She has a hard controlling her emotions, has since she was a child. Her hand clenched the hilt of her sword until the knuckles turned white, concentrating on that instead of the feelings bubbling just beneath the surface.

”I … apologize for my outburst. It’s been a long night, and I can use a … drink. Yes, a drink. Would you be … amenable to do that with that a remorseless killer like me?”

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Post by Shadowoof on April 7th 2018, 10:10 am

The woman's first words left Jake with narrowed eyes. He was not looking forward to another person claiming to be a god. Thankfully, she just claimed to be a servant to her mistress.. That wasn't as bad... Perhaps it was. It just meant there was another being out in the big world claiming to be a chaotic god, that or this chick was crazy. He had to think of all the possibles. They'd be good for later.. And now.

However, it seems his plan to keep her wary, maybe shake her up a bit, flipped a switch. Instead of the seemingly cool, calm and collected assassin, a bumbling woman appeared, with far too many problems he wasn't connected too, had no play in or even wanted to know were unleashed on him... This was certainly new. Normally a person attacked him by now... Not this.

It did seem she herself realized what she was doing and collected herself from the broken mess she had become. But her words were not forgotten, even if Jake didn't want to care, for what she said was serious... Yet had all the problems she spoke about in itself. Frowning, he considered them, barely catching her asking for him to join her for a drink, which in itself would be nearly impossible. He was tall and somewhat built, but he was still young, he could get into low security areas if he tried to play an adult. Any place with her kind of drinks most likely wouldn't accept him. That and he had no Id.

"Have to decline, not much a drinker. Anyway, I call bull on you being less then a dog." Jake sighed as he grabbed at the hem of his shirt again. For some reason he really wanted to let his wings out right now, as if he was going to need them to fly very soon and he wasn't sure why. Maybe it was that his next words, a mere guess at most, would make this assassin angry. "A trained dog doesn't complain about their position. Their role. Someone less then a dog would have just attacked me. They would not cry and complain that their life is rough, because it is their life and they don't care that it is... Clearly. You do." He frowned more, turning so his back was to her, not the best idea, but he was quick, and he had her at the edge of his sight.

"Me. I find people. I punch them into submission. I then leave and I find more. My life is dull. It grows boring. I don't have a clear goal. You must, if you hate your current one." He also decided he should shut up. This was not something he told people. This was something he kept to himself and thought about, but he had no answer for himself. Perhaps he was now looking for others to give him that answer. Perhaps her outburst just let his guard down.

"How bout this. Kat. A Mutt with no clear goal. A supposed lesser then dog who hates her current life. Why don't we do something to piss off your 'master?' Why don't you take charge of your life like you want too. And don't say you don't. I have a feeling that deep, deep down. You know you do. Doesn't even have to be that big... Could just ring their doorbell and run for it... But that itself. Would be bare bones to what we could do. Don't you think?" Turning back to face her, Jake was really, really surprised at how calm he felt. Cause he felt like a total freaking cheese machine right now. But his words carried conviction. And his mood was... Well in the mood to do something bad to bad people. Once, a year ago. He was a kid that looked at all the bad people and the good people and decided he wanted to be a good person. He sometimes thinks he still is. He just isn't stupid.. And sometimes doing bad things was really fun. Even more so when the bad thing was done to badder people. Spider taught him that much.

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Post by Katrina A. Russel on April 8th 2018, 10:36 pm

His rejection stung, it was true, but she hid it, determined not to have another outburst like she had. He saw too much of her, and she refused to let him pierce beneath the veil of mystique she so carefully cultivated. She had already revealed too much to him. His words met a blank face, the cold and hard mask up again; despite it already losing much of it’s potency, she needed to rely on it, to harden the emotions and thoughts threatening to well up inside her … and yet his words were honey to her ears. The thought was certainly entertaining, and already she was thinking of excuses to make to Carolina as to why things went south. But … could she really do this? This would start her on a path of rebellion she wasn’t entirely sure she was ready to go down and, once started, it would be hard to turn back.

The wind whipped her hair around, startling her out of her thoughts. She paused only long enough to bite her lower lip in worry; then with a steadying breath, she stepped next to the boy, posed against the dark of the alley. A sense of … not quite relief, it was something else, something she hadn’t felt in a long time. Is this what it’s like to have a friend? Though if this classified as a friendship, she’d have to reevaluate everything she’s learned from movies. She cast her gaze over the city, taking the time to contemplate her decision. On some level, though, she knew her choice was already made the instant she stepped forward.

”Even a dog will bite an abusive hand … perhaps it’s time I broke my collar.” She touched a mark on her shoulder where, underneath the clothing, was a tattoo of a silver sword. ”For years I’ve done their bidding, performing atrocities and committing crimes that in a just world would have me executed.” She paused here, the words escaping her mouth surprising the young assassin. She had never put thought into it, but it was true; she was an awful person. ”I deal out death and destruction like the old testament God and there is a part of me that enjoys it. There is a monster inside me, a hungry maw feeding on the evil in my heart. My entire life, I was taught to let it grow, that the evil inside would help me in my mission. But now, I think, it is time to starve it. What did you have in mind, Jake?”
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Post by Shadowoof on April 9th 2018, 6:00 am

Giving the woman some time to think allowed the boy time to himself to think. Only there wasn't much to think of. The gal clearly had a problem that he felt like he really shouldn't try to get in the midst of. But the stupid side of him was indeed piqued. No matter what organization she belonged too, it seemed that it was not a small one, or one with many morals. If they would get... No. Order. Turn a young woman like this into as she feels, a murderous slave. Then they have time, they have money, if this place was anything to brag about and they have motive. He felt this woman might not be the only one among them. Weather they felt like her, was something else entirely.

However, it seemed he was good to turn his back on her, as she stepped to join him, and stated her intention. What came after that, both surprised the boy and... Well. Worried him. Once more, he was told that this company was dangerous and did anything to further themselves. The death of children and more. Things he should be slamming her into the ground for, yet it was clear those deaths took their toll on the young woman. But after that, what she said with the gods and verbs and other religious acronyms just kinda flew right over his head, his hatred for god like beings... Well, beings that claimed to be them, following after.

But he reigned himself. The woman asked him of all people where they should go from there and he frowned. He didn't have a clue as to who it was this woman worked for... But he could. "Don't know about you. But this is your master to bite. And seeing as I don't know how hard you want to bite... Point me in any direction to a base of location, something to disrupt even. I'll fly us there." Knowing the girl might be a little confused by his use of fly, he took a step away from her and twisted so nothing would get in the way, before finally using his hands that had been on his shirt for so long to take it off.

Only the next instant, as soon as the fabric was clear from being torn, his grey wings unleashed into the world. Long, big and capable of flight, he folded them to his back and held his hand out to her, unsure how he was actually going to carry her... Hopefully she had good upper body strength, otherwise he might have to carry her and he wasn't sure he was super into the idea of that. And he wasn't sure why. "Well?" He asked, ready to pick her up and jump into the night sky, using his wings to carry them wherever she wanted them to go.

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Post by Katrina A. Russel on June 30th 2018, 7:54 pm

She was framed against the moonlight, her shadow cast on the ground across the rooftop. This was not where she wanted to spend her night, spilling her guts out to a stranger … but it’s where fate has led her. And Jacob understood. She saw it in his eyes, in the tone of his voice, the tremble in his voice. He has been abused, used, just like Katrina, and the strength he had was derived from that. She respected that. Someone who can turn their weaknesses into strengths, their dark past into a bright future, was worthy of trust. He was a man after Katrina’s own heart, and as he turned back to her, a slender finger tucking her long hair behind her ear, the stoic mask was back in place; but that wasn’t a sign of distrust, but the opposite. She had shown her heart, worn her heart on her sleeve like a bracelet, and now it was time for business. And he was trusted enough to know this.

And then he stripped, and her mask cracked for a brief second, showing her surprise as the grey wings unfurled. Out of instinct, she grabbed the hilt of her sword, a reflexive response born from years of danger. But she wasn’t scared, no; just the opposite. She was fascinated, by the wings in general, and the science behind it. How did it work? Were they kept inside his body? Wait, no. Not the point. She shoved her excitement and curiosity deep down, though her eyes still twinkled with repressed inquisition. This was business, not time to sate her personal curiosity. Still, she couldn’t help but give one sarcastic comment. It’s who she was, after all.

”How pretty. What’s your codename, pigeon?”

It wasn’t said mean, just with a sardonic smirk. Still, Katrina had to admit, flying would be a much better way to get around than just running across rooftops, even with her movement abilities. And it could be fun. But how would she cling on? The most efficient way would be for him to carry her, but the thought of that was embarrassing for multiple reasons and she had to fight hard to keep the flush off her cheeks. No, this is what magic for. As suddenly and instantly as the sunrise, gold rings appeared on Katrina. Her neck, wrists, and ankles were encircled with it, with a runic crown in a golden circle spinning in the palms of her hands. The look on her face was one of both excitement and mischievous joy.

”Turn around, Jacob. I can stay. We will head to the docks. There is an … operation there. I will find a way to shroud myself.”
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Post by Shadowoof on July 11th 2018, 12:05 am

There was a science to emotion and words. Jake had to think that. Otherwise, how else would a person calling him pigeon could make every muscle fiber in his body flex in response. As if the word was a physical attack. But wasn't. And his muscles knew that enough that they calmed, yet remained on guard. Pigeon. That was his nickname. But only to Ann. Only she called him Pigeon, like he called her Spider. It was their thing. Alone. But he couldn't tell Kat that, for she was still a stranger. A dangerous one at that.

"Nah, I don't do code names. At worst, Lucifer or Mutt if you're feeling it." Jake stated, telling both truths and lies in a tone he didn't mean to take, a little hostile, too hostile for his liking. He didn't do code names, not anymore. At some point, when his suit was ruined, and his mask lost, he just forwent the idea of secret identities. They were more a child's want then any help. But when it came to him and Ann. Their thing was simply. Well. Simple.

"Huh? Alight." Jake spoke as he turned around, his tone softer then before, mildly intrigued in the sight that had just betwixt his eyes. He was sure he had seen several gold looking rings grow about the woman, as if becoming a part of her. Odd. Still, was she planning on holding on to him somehow? Of going her own way. It wasn't till she latched to his back, that he realized. She was clinging to him. Jake shook a little, getting use to the feeling, the weight. Not that her weight affected him much, if at all. She was rather small.

With her attached and he ready to go, he made sure his wings didn't have a chance of connecting to her before climbing to the open sky and jumping high into the air, before catching to the wind and using the strength of his wings to lift the two of them into the open night air. His hand was on his shirt which was pressed into his shoulder, he wasn't willing to lose it tonight. He didn't want to be shirtless for the rest of the damned time he'd spend with the woman. He was shirtless enough around other people.

But with that all thought though, Jake began to fly towards the docks. Moving at the speed of a car, wind brushing his hair about, and he wasn't sure how Kat would do, the way she was, but she'd have to handle, for every second they got closer to the docks, and he'd need her to direct him. He was curious about this operation, but he was sure he'd find out more the closer they got. After all. He wanted to know more about this rather evil sounding organization. And Kat seemed like his book for doing so.

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